#until they decide its time yo try again

[sugucidal]

# HOW TO SEDUCE YOUR NEIGHBOR 101 !!

CHAPTER i. [3k words]

୨୧‬┊pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader

୨୧‬┊synopsis: with winter break having rolled around the corner, you’ve decided to spend it with your family back at home. it felt nice being back after 2 years away at university. you just wish your mom had told you that a certain guest was visiting. one that you hadn’t expected to ever have to face again.

୨୧‬┊warnings: fluff! + age gap (reader is 19 and toji is 34) + taboo content (cause what’re u doin tryna get tojis middle aged ass in ur bed smh) + slice of life kind of (??) + suggestiveness + humor + reader is in her winter bimbo era + toji is…toji. + no smut yet sorryy + slight slowburn + everything is legal! no ones going to jail!

୨୧‬┊a/n: first chapter woohooo !!! second chapter will finally be coming out on [redacted] <3

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Tugging at the sleeves of your jacket further down your hands, you let out an exhale, nerves set ablaze. The typical cool spring air was colder than usual this particular night out, sun having already set and moon shining up into the dark, starry sky.

Fiddling with the hem of your mini skirt, you gazed up, doe eyes glinting heatedly up at the man you've harbored adoration towards.

You were finally gonna confess.

"I want you."

The simple words that held so much weight filled the space between you both.

A sigh in response. Oh no. You already knew what was coming, but you hoped to any deity or god from above that it wouldn't turn out this way.

"Kid, you're way too young for me." The smoke blowing past his lips wafted through the stiff air, his scar pulling at the corner of his mouth in dismay. "If you were older maybe I'd consider it. Wouldn't bet on it though, since you're such a pain in the ass to deal with."

You let his words hang momentarily, trying to come up with a sufficient rebuttal. You knew he was only playing when he said you were a pain to deal with but it still stung your heart to hear it coming from him. But you weren't gonna give up that easily. You've had a crush on this man ever since he moved into the neighborhood years ago!

What started out as innocent puppy love slowly built its way into this desire, stemmed deep at the heart the older you got. You'd watch as he invited women into his home late into the hours of the night, clinging onto him like a leech in a body of lakewater. God, how you wish it was you he'd have brought into his home on those late nights. Lustfully gazing down at you with promises of this being the best you'll ever have, one you'd be thinking back on until the day you die.

He knew exactly just how much you craved for his touch. It wasn't hard to see that he felt the same, you could see it in the way he'd glance in your direction whenever you purposely wore something revealing, hoping to catch his eye. He told you that you shouldn't wear things like that at your age around men, that they were dangerous, intentions impure. As if he wasn't one of those men he was warning you about. But despite it all, he always looked the other way. Kept a boundary of barbed wire up, no way of climbing through. Frankly, it was annoying.

You hate when people play hard to get.

"So...you mean once I'm 18, you'll take up my offer?" If he couldn't get with you because you were 'too young' then surely he'd concede if you were legally an adult...right?

"Not exactly what I said, but sure," Taking one last final drag of his cigar, he stomped it out onto the pavement, sharp eyes gazing at you discerningly one last time before turning the other way.

"Whatever gets you off my case."

That was the last time you spoke with Toji and almost 2 years have gone by since then. The rejection after the confession hurt no doubt, but the avoidance of Toji towards you afterwards, hurt like salt to a fresh wound.

You rarely saw him after that, suddenly out for weeks to months at a time for work. Sometimes he'd come by when he was free and have idle chats with your parents any time they saw him down the neighborhood. Not bothering to spare a polite greeting or glance in your direction whenever you were present. What used to be a strong bond between family friend and their doting daughter, having met him at an early age, quickly turned awkward and tense, distance overtaking whatever there once was.

You regret talking to him that night every single day.

Unfortunately, you couldn't bring back the past and fix your fuck up. On the other hand, the days of being immature and bratty were long gone. Having been replaced by someone more mature and less dense.

Living off pre-packaged noodles and staying up till 6 am finishing up assignments for your university classes due the next hour, does that to a person you suppose.

Now with winter break finally having rolled around the corner, you were able to get that good night's sleep your exhausted ass had been craving for. And the home cooked meals your mother had waiting for you was certainly appreciated as well.

Lugging your bags up the front steps to your parents' quaint home, you took a quick look at the classic 'welcome home' mat under your feet that you were sure still hid a key underneath. Lifting the corner of the mat your suspicions were confirmed.

You'd think they'd realize how unsafe this could be one of these days.

Before you could place the key through the silver lock, you were instead met with the distinct sound of hard, oak wood doors being unlocked and swung open.

"Baby, you're finally home! Get in quickly, come on now." Your mother hastily ushered you in, calling over your father to help carry your bags further inside the warmth of your home. The key you held was quickly dropped on the small table near the entrance, and the door kicked shut. The signature smell of a vanilla sugar cookie candle being burnt filled your nostrils, the rest wafting through the air. Anyone would think your family baked with the way they always seem to choose that particular scent regardless of season or weather. Further glancing around, you watched your family's pet cat prance towards you, its furry face wide eyed and complaining to be held. You swear he acted like a dog sometimes.

Guess some things never change.

You just hoped that would've stayed true for a certain someone.

Before you had any more time to dwell on it, you were taken out of your thoughts by the mention of the name you had barely begun to ponder over.

'Speak of the devil', you sighed.

Walking over to the living area, you followed your father picking up your cat on the way, butting in, "Hm? what was that?"

"You remember Toji right?" Nodding your head, your father continued. "We invited him over for dinner tonight."

You paused in your step. "What? Why?" The confusion in your voice was surely noticed. You couldn't exactly say you were unhappy, hell you felt giddy at just the mention of his name, but you were still hung up on the past and weren't ready to face the man that blew off your poor naive, little heart. If you saw his handsome face in person again that's been embarrassingly haunting your dazed mind whenever you're busy writhing and whining atop your soft, cozy sheets—at that dinner table, you might just take the 2 hour car ride back to campus dorms.

You were just a pussy like that. One that couldn't face the culprit of those lingering feelings that had never ceased to falter throughout the years, dead in the eye.

The two quietly glanced at each other at your sudden change in demeanor, eyebrows raised. Before he could continue your mom piped up first, "What do you mean by 'why'? You haven't seen each other in so long. He misses you and I'm sure you two would like to catch up."

"Misses you" You swear your heart might've actually stopped beating. In what world would Toji Fushiguro have missed their friends young daughter after being told straight to their face that they wanted him to fuck her.

"He..misses me?" It sounded a little unbelievable saying it outloud.

"Mhm, after you left for University he asked about you a couple times, wondering when you'd be back to visit," Turning around to walk into the kitchen to get started on dinner, she smiled over her shoulder at you once more, "You must've really left an impression on him."

Nervously laughing you settled your cat down, watching him stride over to sip some water from his bowl.

"Yeah..quite some impression alright."

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Okay. Okay it's fine. Yeah you haven't seen him in years but it's fine! He's just coming over for dinner. You'll greet him with a friendly smile, he'll ask how you've been- or shit, maybe he won't. Maybe he'll just ignore you again like he's already done. Toji mentioning to your parents that he misses you was probably just a misunderstanding and he meant to say the weather has been misty- yeah. Totally plausible.

"What the hell am I doing.." Taking a once-over to look yourself in the mirror, you just finished applying the finishing touches to your makeup, wiping off any excess gloss at the corner of your lips with a q-tip for a sharp finish. Was the gloss necessary given the fact that it was going to be smudged off during dinner anyway?

The answer was yes. Yes It was.

Just because you were having a small dinner that was probably gonna be awkward as hell with a man you've been wanting- didn't want to see, shouldn't mean you couldn't at least look cute.

A sudden faint sound of muffled talking took you out your inner monologue. Putting away your array of makeup displayed on the varnished wood countertop of your vanity, you walked over to the door pressing an ear against it trying to discern what was being said.

'Hm sounds like there's someone else down there..' quietly poking a head out into the hallway you just barely made out a deep yet familiar voice before quickly being startled by your mother calling out your name.

"Hon, come down and greet Toji!"

Fuck. "C–Coming!" straightening up, you calmed your blazing nerves, mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of awkward tension that your parents luckily knew nothing of. Bless their complete oblivion.

Walking out into the hallway and down the stairs your eyes immediately locked onto Tojis, gaze shyly looking away and focusing onto nothing in particular. You were better off staring at something near him than at him directly.

Approaching towards where they stood, you tried your best to look as confident as possible. You're a woman now. Not some doe. At least that's what you feel like telling yourself at this moment, as you pick at your nails. Standing straighter, you stood next to your parents, watching as they finished up their talk.

You haven't had a proper conversation with Toji since, well...that night. Not counting the usual greetings you had exchanged with him in the past when you saw each other after. If you could even call it that. If a glance of bare acknowledgement was considered a greeting, then sure. Yet here you were right in front of him, determined to set things right. You had to confront him, it was the only way you'd be able to heal the wound of the past and maybe, even let go.

But first, you'll have to actually talk to him.

Deciding to finally look up at Toji, you were able to make out his features more clearly. He hadn't changed much since you last saw him, still very much tall, and his ever so brooding presence never waned. His jaw was somehow even more defined than before, and he was still rocking the same haircut as he always did.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it I guess.

Overall, he looked good. Better. The best. As he most likely always will be in your eyes.

And you're so lost in your own thoughts that you don't even notice Toji looking down at you in the corner of his eye, trying to hold back a smirk that's beginning to creep up. Silly you, ogling him so openly in front of your own parents. Not like they bothered to ever notice though.

Hearing the three of them laugh about something pulled you away from your stupor, and your attention was immediately latched onto Toji who was the first to speak.

Hopefully he didn't notice you being a creep.

"It's been a while, huh? You still remember me?" You know he's only teasing by asking if you still "remembered" him. The old you would've sassed him up for asking something silly like that, but you don't know if its a good idea to get ahead of yourself and start pulling on his leg this early on.

So you opt for the safest response.

With a polite smile on your lips, you shrugged your shoulders, "Of course. It hasn't been that long."

Toji stared at you for a moment. Shit. Did he not like that answer..?

Then you felt something warm come into contact with the top of your head; it was Toji's hand. Toji was petting you. Or more like ruffling your hair—same difference.

"You barely changed."

You exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding. A moment longer in silence and you don't think you'd be able to hold back the urge to run back up those stairs, slam the door shut behind you, and scream into your pillow.

Why were you so nervous!? You're never nervous when it comes to Toji.

'What's up with me??''

Regardless, you felt yourself being left annoyed at his comment. Disappointed that he probably still saw you as some kid despite not certainly looking or being one at all for that matter.

Too bad you didn't realize he meant it in a different way.

Even if you tried to hide it, Toji could still make out the way you held your hands behind your back, most likely fidgeting with your nails. Seems you've changed, the thought amusing him. The old you he knew would've pounced on him by now, batting your lashes, staring up starry eyed thinking you were being discreet about it.

Nothing gets past him, especially not when you make it so obvious. One thing that hasn't changed though, are the clothes you seemed to purposely wear around him, and him only.

The moment he saw you walk down those stairs, he knew you had him wrapped around your finger all over again. The too short skirt and see-through slip on you adorned leaving almost nothing to the imagination, if not for the cream colored cardigan you wore hiding the slivers of skin, leaving him wanting more of what was underneath.

'What a damn tease..' But Tojis eyes averted by the time your parents noticed your descend towards them. He didn't exactly want them seeing him ogle their daughter so openly.

Before any one of you could say anything more, your mother cut the greetings short. "Great, now that we're all finished reuniting again, let's start eating before the food gets cold."

Walking a little ways behind you, Toji catched the way your hips swayed as you walked. Whether you were doing it intentionally or not, he couldn't say for sure.

But one thing he was sure about, is that you were going to give him one hell of a hard time.

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The rest of dinner went by quickly. Once you were all seated, your parents and Toji had no problem talking with each other. They were busy discussing something, but your mind was too occupied to actually listen in on what they were saying. Too busy playing around with the food on your plate as your mind ran aimlessly, and foot twitching anxiously.

The night could've been worse. Really, it could've. Sure you haven't made any progress yet, but you'll get there! Overall, nothing particular happened. Except for one thing.

Toji couldn't stop looking at you.

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Before you knew it, dinner had come to an end. Toji had already taken his leave and bid you all a 'thanks for the meal' and a goodbye. Finally. Now you can slip away to your room, wipe off your makeup, and lay awake in your bed as you regret everything you could've said and done tonight but didn't without anyone noticing–

"Where do you think you're going?" There stood your mom, looking at you expectantly. Were you missing something?

"To my room, why?"

"Didn't you hear at dinner?"

'Was I supposed to hear something at dinner?'

"No, hear what exactly?"

"Tomorrow, you're going out to buy some decorations for a party we're having."

A beat of silence. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as you wondered why the hell you would be having a party.

"Mom… I appreciate that you want to host a welcome back party for me, but there's really no need to." It's sweet that they missed you this much, but you weren't one for parties that were centered around you.

She laughed. "No, no, not a party for you. I know you don't like that kinda stuff,"

Oh. Nevermind then.

"Our annual winter get together. We do it every year with the rest of the neighborhood and we're the ones hosting this time. Have all those cup noodles gotten to your head and you suddenly forgot?" She shook her head in disappointment.

Low blow, mom.

"I didn't forget! I just...didn't know you'd be the ones doing it this year."

"If you were actually paying attention at dinner then you'd have heard."

"Sorry. So, tomorrow you want me to go out and buy decor right? Cool, I'll go after lunch."

Thinking that was the end of that, you began to trudge your way towards the staircase. Already almost at the top when your mother called out to you once more.

"Oh! and Toji's accompanying you."

Yup, definitely going to scream into your pillow tonight.

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hi! is there any chance you could write a scenario for spencer with a plus sized reader? love your writing! congrats on the milestone and happy birthday month 💕

tyyy so much anon 🥺❤️ I hope you're happy with how this turned out 💞

Warning(s): fem!plus-sized!reader; I legit think there's no warning for this. not even swearing. but pls lmk???

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer looked down when he felt you shuffle against him. "Cold?"

The two of you were lounging on the couch with Spencer sitting on one of its end and your head leaning on his chest. Your legs were curled up on the cushion underneath a tiny blanket, the flimsy material barely doing anything as you pressed yourself even closer towards your boyfriend, trying to chase the warmth from his body heat to combat the chill running down your spine. Spencer noticed what you were trying to do and instantly tugged at the other blanket on his lap, laying the material gently around you and smiling when he heard you sigh in appreciation.

"What about you, Spence?"

"I'll be fine. I run hot."

"Mmh. Can't argue with that."

Spencer squeezed your thigh in response to your cheeky remark, your whole body shaking in laughter before you focused your attention back on the TV screen ahead.

It was a rarity for Spencer to find himself home safely at 8 o'clock on a Friday night, not to mention to have you home at the same time as him instead of at the ER tending to patients. On nights like this, Spencer made sure to always cherish the time with you in whatever way you liked, even if it meant he had to sit through nearly five hours of a Hallmark movie marathon after stuffing his stomach full with greasy Chinese takeouts.

The man was head over heels in love with you, and he would do just about anything to keep that mesmerizing smile permanently on your face.

"That's adorable," you said breathlessly after a few minutes of silence.

Spencer didn't want to admit that he had just spent the last ten minutes getting absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty, so he quickly tore his gaze away and directed it back towards the TV screen. His confusion only tripled in size when he saw that nothing particularly stood out from the scene. It was just another shot of the two main characters having yet another one of their silly little arguments as a cheesy jingle played in the background.

"What is happening?" Spencer asked at last.

You glanced at his question and scoffed. "You weren't paying attention again, were you?"

Spencer had the audacity to grin, and it was pretty lucky of him to have been blessed with such a pretty face that could melt even the hardest ice around your heart.

"Okay, handsome. Listen carefully. So, what happened is, the girl—"

"Bess?"

"Yes, Bess. Well, she and Aidan decided to meet for lunch to talk about the deed to the land, right? But that talk didn't really lead anywhere as they ended up fighting, again, and Bess walked away from the restaurant. Aidan ran after her and they fought again on the sidewalk, but then they got interrupted by the rain."

"Of course. The rain. How original."

You hid your bemused smile before continuing, "The two of them ran for cover in this little bookstore after that. Bess was shivering because she was wearing this little black thing, and Aidan noticed. So like the gentleman he is, he took off his suit jacket and gave it to Bess. They both ended up spending a couple of hours in that little bookstore waiting for the rain to stop, and Bess wore Aidan's jacket for the rest of the day. She didn't notice she still had it until she went home in the evening."

Spencer nodded along as he waited for your recount to finish, expecting to find clarity by the end of it only to be met with an even bigger confusion than before.

"I still don't get it. You thought that it was adorable that... they got caught in the rain?"

"And they call you a genius?" you teased, shrieking when Spencer lunged forward to tickle your sides. "No, silly. Not the rain. The jacket."

"The jacket?"

"Yeah. I think it's nice." You smiled, your eyes crinkling as you turned back towards the TV. "I've always loved that. When the guy gives something of his for the girl to wear. His T-shirt, his jacket, his sweater. Anything. The girl would wear his clothes and they'd usually look too big on her and it all just feels so... domestic. There's a sense of belonging in the gesture itself, sort of a non-verbal way of him claiming the girl as his. A little territorial, perhaps. But I personally find the whole thing adorable."

After he was done hearing your explanation, Spencer found himself at loss for words. "I didn't know that. That's actually a thing?"

"It's a pretty common trope in romance books and movies. One of my favorites, too."

"And you like that? Having your boyfriend lend you his clothes to wear?"

"Well, I don't know. I, uh, I actually never tried it myself." You suddenly grew bashful as you started playing with the hem of your pajamas top. "Everyone I've dated has always been smaller than me, so I never got the chance to experience any of that."

"Sweetheart—"

"Relax, Spencer. It's fine," you assured him. "I'm not sad about it. Do I feel like missing out sometimes? Yes, maybe, but it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll survive just fine. Promise."

You resumed watching the rest of the movie after that, the short conversation being shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in the final scene of the movie where the guy, finally and inevitably, managed to win over the girl with an arduous chase through the airport concluded by a romantic confession in front of gate 4E.

After movie night on Friday, the following week unraveled in a hectic frenzy for you. The ER where you worked saw a full house nearly every single night, forcing you to take not only one, not two, but three extra shifts in a single week. By the time the next Friday rolled around, you were exhausted beyond belief, collapsing face first into bed as soon as you arrived home without even waiting for Spencer to get back from his week-long case in Idaho.

The following morning, you woke up to a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. You followed the scent in your sleepy haze until you came face to face with your boyfriend standing behind the stove, unruly curls and a handsome smile as he glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. You couldn't even imagine how dishelved you looked in that moment—with dried drool around your lips and pillow imprints on your cheek—but the way Spencer assessed you from the distance, it made you feel as though you were meant to be sculpted as a flawless copy of Aphrodite herself.

"Good morning, gorgeous," your boyfriend greeted as he pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter. "Breakfast?"

The two of you spent the entirety of breakfast telling each other about your respective week while enjoying Spencer's pancakes that, surprisingly, tasted even better than they smelled. After the dishes were washed, Spencer grabbed your hand and started leading you back towards your shared bedroom.

"Come with me for a moment. I wanna show you something," he said.

You trailed after Spencer in curiosity, compliantly fulfilling his order to sit on the bed as he vanished into the ensuite. Three minutes later, Spencer reappeared in front of you, donning a grin so enormous that it nearly distracted you from the foreign pair of clothes he had changed himself into.

"What do you think?" Spencer asked enthusiastically.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah!"

"It's cute, Spencer. Is it new?" Spencer nodded eagerly, confirming your suspicion. "I see. It's kinda... too big for you, don't you think?"

The hoodie Spencer was wearing came in your favorite color, but it hung on his lanky frame almost like a poncho. Spencer still looked good in it, though. You admired his talent to still appear attractive even when he was wearing something that didn't fit him properly.

"I picked out a bigger size on purpose," Spencer revealed, taking off the hoodie before extending it towards you. "Here, try it. I went two sizes above your usual so it should feel roomy."

Your perplexed stare zeroed in on the clothing in Spencer's hand. "Wait. I don't understand. Did you buy this for me?"

"Um, no? Well, technically yes." Spencer rubbed his neck, suddenly turning sheepish as his gaze found your eyes. "Remember last week when you told me about girls borrowing their boyfriends' clothes? And how you never got to experience that? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went ahead and ordered this hoodie for myself but in a larger size. That way, you can steal it from me from time to time. Have something of mine you can wear when you want to."

Silence descended into the room in the wake of Spencer's declaration.

His heart was a sonorous thumping inside his chest. Spencer waited for you to say something, but your voice never came. It wasn't until the first sob broke through the quietude did Spencer realize that you were actually crying.

"Sweetheart? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

The man knelt in front of you in no time, his palm clenching at the side as if he was ready to go into battle to fight whatever or whoever caused the shed tears in your eyes. You lifted your head just enough to see him, smiling shakily when you saw the taut lines above the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe you bought this hoodie for me," you muttered once your sobs had subsided.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's why you cried? Because I bought you a hoodie?"

"It's not just because of a hoodie, Spence. It's the fact that you cared. You listened to my silly thoughts and you remembered." You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling him melt against the touch. "This is the nicest, most considerate thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That just breaks my heart, gorgeous. You deserve so much more. I'm literally doing the bare minimum."

"No, you're not. You're doing so much. You're doing everything, Spencer."

You kissed him, then. Urgently and vehemently; trying to convey just how intensely your heart felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer was wearing a big smile undoubtedly identical to your own.

"I love you so much, Spencer. You know that, right?"

Spencer's smile blossomed. In his heart, he sketched the way your face looked in that moment to burn your beauty into the depth of his mind.

"Not as much as I love you, sweetheart."

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Never Again

Beau Arlen & daughter!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Beau never wanted his life as a cop to affect your safety, but he doesn’t always get what he wants.

“That wasn’t the agreement, Beau, it was—“

“I know what the ‘agreement’ was, if you could call it that, but things have changed!” Beau didn’t often get too heated with his ex wife—he let her do the belittling and he didn’t say much against it. But this was different. This was about you.

“Seriously? What, you get a little overprotective and we just throw out what we agreed on?”

Beau ground his teeth, trying to calm down.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that she’s be safer at my place until all of this blows over.”

“Safer? What, with you out all day and—“

“Don’t pretend you’re home anymore than I am,” Beau cut in. “And if need be, she can come to the office with me.”

Silence filled the phone for several agonizing seconds.

“This is really serious, isn’t it?” She said finally.

“I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t.”

“And you’re not going to back down?”

“You know I won’t. Not when it comes to her safety.”

“Fine then. She can stay with you, but just until this all goes away.”

Beau sighed. He hated how against his ex was with him having custody, and he knew that soon enough there would probably need to be some sort of custody battle if he wanted more time with you, which he did. But for now, he’d settle with having you safe at his place for a few days.

“Thank you. I’ll pick her up from school this afternoon.”

“Fine.”

Beau was almost surprised that his ex hung up without a crack about you being disappointed when he showed up instead of her. There’d been plenty of those lately. Although Beau supposed she was getting tired of it, especially since they both knew it wasn’t true; you’d always been your dad’s daughter.

…

Beau arrived at your school at exactly three, eager to get you to his place quickly. He waited in his car, looking around for your familiar green backpack. Five minutes went by. Then ten.

It was nearing four o’clock when Beau finally decided to head inside. At first he’d just figured that you were held up by friends, but this was too long.

Beau made his way through the halls, scanning for you through the hoards of teenagers loitering near lockers as he went. He didn’t see you the whole way to the office, and when he went inside he inquired with the first person he saw—a young woman seated behind a computer.

“Y/N Arlen…” she repeated in a mumble, her brow drawn in concentration as she typed on her desktop. “Yes, here it is. Her uncle brought in a note to get her out of classes early. She left during lunch, about four hours ago.”

Beau’s heart sank to his toes, and in its absence his chest constricted. All the breath left his body as though he’d been thrown to the floor, and for a long, agonizing moment he forgot how to breathe.

“Sir?”

The voice of the woman snapped him back to attention.

“You just let some random man take my daughter?”

She looked taken aback.

“He—he had an ID, and his note had your signature on it. That is, if you’re the father—Beau Arlen?” The woman produced the note from her desk, and Beau snatched it up. It was his signature alright—and the forger was an expert. Beau knew deep down that he couldn’t blame the woman in front of him, but he couldn’t quite get that message to his panicked adrenaline.

“And you didn’t think to call me?” Before she could respond, Beau continued. “What did he look like? Where did they go?”

“I-uhh…” the woman faltered for a second before regaining composure. “We have security footage in the building as well as parts of the parking lot. We’ll be able to see him, if maybe not his vehicle.”

“Show me.”

The woman faltered again.

“We’re not really supposed to—“

A quick flash of his badge shut her up.

…

You woke up to the ground rattling beneath you. You tried to push yourself up, but your hands wouldn’t move right. There was a coarse…something, inhibiting your movement. You blinked your eyes open slowly, groaning at the pounding in your head.

You struggled to recall where you were or what was going on. Last you remember, you were at school…

You were called into the office…

You hadn’t been feeling very good this morning, so when the woman in the office told you you were being picked up, you didn’t stick around to hear the rest. You’d gone straight to the parking long, expecting to see either your mom, dad, or Avery; your mom’s new husband. Secretly, you were hoping for your dad.

Instead, a black SUV swerved in front of you. Before you could berate the driver for almost running you over, the side door swung open, and a man with dark hair and psycho-wide eyes grabbed you around the middle and dragged you inside. A foul-smelling cloth was pressed to your nose, and despite struggling for a couple of minutes, the chloroform took over and you were knocked out.

…

Beau got lucky—the security cameras had a good shot of both the kidnapper and his car.

He recognized the man immediately—the leader of a local cartel that Beau had been working for months to put away. It was pretty much the worst case scenario.

Halfway through watching the footage, Beau called up the department.

“Sheriff’s Department, how can I help you?”

“Poppernick, I need you to pull up traffic cameras of every road leading out of the county from the last four hours.

“Beau? What’s going—“

“Now! I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

…

Once realization set in, so did panic. You’d been kidnapped, straight out of school! Not to mention the kidnapper hadn’t bothered to put on a mask. That took a pretty gutsy criminal.

The motive wasn’t hard to figure out—with a cop got a dad and a lawyer for a mom, your family was pretty well acquainted with criminals. Besides, last time you’d visited your dad, he’d acted…off. He’d even hinted at you coming to stay with him for a bit. He must’ve been worried about a criminal case.

But the motive wasn’t your big problem.

“Hey, she’s awake.” A gruff voice invaded your ears as you felt yourself being twisted into sitting up. “Wakey wakey,” the voice taunted, his rough hand slapping your face, making your eyes snap open. “There we go.”

It was the man who’d dragged you into the car. He had short dark hair and a twisted smirk that accentuated the scar running from under his eye to his chin.

You glanced around the interior of the car to see just one other person—the driver. Apparently he was more skittish, because he was sporting a ski mask.

You opened your mouth to speak, only to discover that a thick cloth was stuffed in your mouth, and no sound escaped.

Scar Man’s grin twisted wider at your struggles.

“If you scream, I’ll slit your throat,” he threatened before lowering the gag.

“What do you want?” You demanded after taking in a gulp of air.

“What’d you take the gag off for?” Ski Mask asked after hearing your voice.

“Gotta make sure her dad gets a good look at his little brat.” The kidnapper chuckled. “You think she looks banged up enough?”

The driver spared a glance back before shrugging.

“You could rough her up a bit. But don’t go nuts, we gotta give her old man a chance to do what we say before we really mess her up.”

…

Beau was halfway to the department when it hit him. He would have to call his ex.

“Not until I’ve got more to go on,” he muttered to himself. He knew that wasn’t the real reason; he couldn’t bare to call the mother of his child and tell her that he had let you be taken. He couldn’t admit that to anyone, much less to the woman that broke his heart. It would make it too real.

…

Your body felt like a pulsing mass of pain. If Scar Man had taken it easy on you, you didn’t want to know what him taking it seriously was. Every square inch of you felt bruised, but you noticed that he took particular care to mark up your face and arms—the most visible places. You were now tied to a hard metal chair, the ropes around your wrists far too tight. Moving your arms even slightly sent pain shooting up your wrists from where the rope rubbed your skin raw.

“That should just about do it,” the dark haired man said with a grin. “Now for the finishing touch…”

You tried to move away from him when he pulled out a large knife, but it was futile. You whimpered as he dragged a long cut across your cheek, and you vaguely registered that it seemed to match his own.

“Perfect,” he said with a chuckle. “Now to show it off to dear old dad.”

…

“I’ve got the footage, what am I looking for?” Poppernick wasted no time when Beau entered the department, which he appreciated.

“Black SUV, Honda civic. License plate 23J OV3.”

During the silence while Poppernick went to work, Beau felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. He pulled it out reluctantly, assuming it was his ex wife checking to see if he’d picked you up.

Once he saw the image, he wished it had been her.

Beau staggered back, his feet no longer able to hold him up. Thankfully, the back of his knees collided with a chair, and he fell back into it.

“Sheriff?” Poppernick looked away from his computer, and jumped to his feet when he saw the paper-white tone and utter terror in his boss’s face. “Beau!”

Beau’s hand went limp, and Poppernick grabbed the phone before it could fall to the ground. He took one look at the image and his face turned a slightly greenish tint.

“Oh gosh.”

“What’s going on?” Jenny Hoyt asked immediately after stepping inside, noticing the palpable panic and disgust.

“They…” Poppernick couldn’t even speak, he just showed Jenny the photo. She swallowed, trying hard to keep her composure.

“Quentin, right?” She asked through gritted teeth, referring to the cartel leader that Beau had been after. The very name seemed to snap Beau back into focus. He sat up ramrod-straight in his chair and turned to Poppernick.

“Finish the trace. Now!”

Poppernick didn’t argue, and after a moment longer…

“I got something.”

…

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Scar Man taunted as he put the camera down. “Soon enough you’ll be back with your daddy, and I’ll have him off my back for good.”

You tried to ignore him, too busy trying to breathe through the pain. But his last statement caught your attention.

“You’re…you’re gonna let me go?”

A harsh grip on her chin had her wishing she hadn’t spoken, but the man just tilted her head up and grinned down at her.

“If our dear sheriff cooperates, and you’re incredibly lucky, then yes.” He dropped his hand and turned to leave without another word.

You wanted to believe him, to hope, but the crazed look in his eyes contrasted his words.

…

Hoyt, Beau, and Poppernick were gathered around Pop’s computer screen, tracking the black SUV, when Beau’s phone rang. He answered the unknown number immediately.

“Beau Arlen,” he said instinctively, then waited with bated breath for a response. While Pop had been working, Hoyt had set up a tap on Beau’s cell phone, and he was prepared to keep the kidnapper on the line as long as possible to get the trace.

“Nice to finally speak to you, Sheriff,” said a voice that chilled Beau Arlen to his core. “I’ve got a sweet little thing that belongs to you who would just love to see you again.”

Beau but back a thousand threats that wanted to escape his lips, and instead went for a smarter question.

“What do you want?”

“Nice and direct, I like that.”

Beau inwardly cursed himself for not stalling—maybe he should’ve went with a threat—but he also didn’t want to make the kidnapper angry.

“What I want—“ the kidnapper continued, “is for you to back off the investigation long enough for me to disappear. It’s reasonable—more reasonable than you should expect in your position. My cartel is out of your little town, your kid gets home safe, and I get my freedom.”

“Yeah, to go terrorize someone else’s town,” Beau spit out.

“Well they’re not you’re concern, sheriff. This is.”

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, and then—

“Dad?”

Beau’s heart lodged in his throat.

“Baby?”

“Dad, don’t—“

“And there’s your proof of life.” Your voice was cut off, replaced by the kidnapper. “Now do we have a deal?”

“I don’t negotiate with kidnappers.”

A chilling laugh echoed across the line. “Well then I hope you got a good last look at your daughter.”

…

“Dad, don’t—“ Ski Mask covered your mouth as Scar Man pulled back the phone to continue talking. Once you stilled, he let you go. Your gaze never left the phone in the dark haired man’s hand, desperate to hear your father’s voice.

You needed him more than you ever had, and you knew even just a few words from his voice would help calm you. You’d been trying hard not to panic, but knowing that your father was just barely out of your reach had tears pricking your eyes and despair stealing your breath.

You don’t know what your father said to the man, but his eyes were suddenly on you as a terrifying laugh shook his frame.

“Well then I hope you got a good last look at your daughter.”

A knife was suddenly in his hands, and you didn’t know where it had come from.

“No, please,” you whimpered as he advanced on you, lifting the knife above you.

…

“Wait, wait!” Beau demanded as he heard your panicked pleas on the other end.

“Yes?” The kidnapper said.

“I want to talk to her.”

“Don’t stall, sheriff. I know you’re trying to trace the line. I need a yes or a no, and I need it now unless you want me to start carving into this little girl.”

“I…” Beau glanced helplessly at his people, who were waiting for his response. “Ok. It’s a deal.”

“Good. You’ll get the address to where she’s being held as soon as I’m out of the country.”

The line went dead.

“You’re not really gonna let them go, are you,” Hoyt asked.

“Pop, what do you got?” Beau ignored Jenny’s question and focused on Pop’s computer.

“Nothing on the trace, there wasn’t enough time. But I’m still following the route that the SUV took, so far it’s still in sight of traffic cams.”

“So you were just stalling for time?” Jenny tried to clarify.

“We can’t let them go,” Beau said.

“Are you sure?” Jenny said hesitantly. “We don’t want to put Y/N in—“

“You don’t get it.” Beau shook his head. “This guy’s MO, his track record…he’s lying. He’s not gonna let her live. We need to find them.”

…

The kidnappers ignored you for a while after the phone call, busying themselves with packing the meager belongings they had into the back of a truck.

“What about her?” Ski Mask asked, nodding his head at you. “We gonna leave her here for her dad?”

“Let her live?” Scar Man chuckled. “What’s the fun in that?”

…

“I’ve got it!”

Beau jumped out of his seat at Pop’s outburst.

“Where are they?” He demanded, leaning over Pop’s chair to look at his screen.

“Well, I don’t have an exact location, but they turned down this road.” Pop ran his finger along the map open on one side of his screen, while the other side showed the black SUV turning down a dirt road. “And that’s where the cameras stop, they don’t go down side roads.”

“What’s over there?”

“Not much.” Pop shrugged. “A couple of warehouses.”

“Perfect, let’s go. Hoyt, you’re with me.”

…

Knowing that someone plans to kill you is an odd thing. You watch every move they make, no matter how innocent, waiting to see if he’s going to strike. Is he reaching for a knife, or his phone? Is he grabbing his bag, or the gun next to it? You never knew which breath would be your last, which thought would be the last one you’d ever think.

You wondered if your dad would ever find you. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to or not. Seeing your body would kill him, but never getting closure could, too.

You shook the thought away. You definitely didn’t want that to be your last. You’d never thought about it before; what you wanted to be thinking about when you died.

“I think that’s it.”

You were snapped out of your reverie when Ski Mask spoke.

“Great. Now for the fun part.” Scar Man picked up a curved knife from a metal table as he spoke.

You started to struggle against your ropes despite the pain of your raw, bleeding wrists.

“No.” You began to cry as though you were already dead, and you were mourning yourself. “Please, please don’t do this.” Perhaps you were crying because you knew it was futile; there was no sympathy or mercy in this man, you could see it in his eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue to beg, too afraid to even speak.

You’d never thought about what you wanted your last thought to be. Even so, the memory came to you instantly; the perfect one.

You were little, maybe six or seven. Your parents were together and in love, and your father hadn’t been broken by grief. The three of you were painting your room, because you’d finally chosen a favorite color to paint over the white that had been there since you were a baby.

You tried to help, but your parents just ended up painting over the mess you made. Your mom was working on painting one wall, while your dad was making his own version of an enchanted forest on another. He’d already done several mushrooms, and now he was working on a fairy.

“What is that, a flying toad?” Your mom asked with a laugh.

“It’s the fairy princess!” Beau said, staring at her open-mouthed in mock offense.

“It looks like a toad.”

You giggled at your mother’s words, and Beau snatched you into his arms.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” You squealed and squirmed in his arms as he started to tickle you. “You think it’s funny?”

“Stohop!” You giggled, and after a moment Beau stopped, but he kept you in his arms.

“What do you think, huh?”

“I like the fairy princess,” you insisted.

“See?” Beau grinned.

“That doesn’t count,” your mother countered. “She likes you better.”

“And she understands a masterpiece when she sees it,” Beau said. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?

“Y/N?

“Y/N!”

Your daydream vanished as the very voice you’d been thinking about echoed across the warehouse.

“Dad!” You were still crying, now from relief. Your father was running across the room, gun in hand.

“Get away from her!” Beau aimed the gun at Scar Man, who had the knife clutched in his fist. “Drop the knife!”

Scar Man, psycho eyes wide and enraged, lunged for you, the knife raised.

Two shots rang out, and Scar Man staggered back before slumping to the ground.

Ski Mask lifted his hands in surrender, and Hoyt went over to arrest him.

Beau wasted no time in putting his gun away and running to you.

“Dad.”

“I’ve got you.” Beau offered you a strained smile as he got to work on the ropes binding you. You didn’t realize how much you were leaning against the restraints until they were gone, and you all but fell out of your chair.

Beau held you up, letting you fall against him and bury your face against his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he repeated again and again. “You’re safe, I’m here.”

You cling to him despite the way his jacket scratched at the raw part of your wrists. Your body shook with sobs, and Beau held you tightly, rubbing your back and letting you cry against him.

“Hey,” his grip slackened as he pulled back enough to look at you. His hands framed your face, and the cool texture of his hands eased the pain of your bruises. His thumb brushed feather-light against the cut on your cheek, so gentle that you didn’t even flinch. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

Beau kept a hand on you the whole way to the car, unwilling to let you go for even a second.

“Can we go home?” You asked, clinging to your dad’s arm.

“We’ve gotta go to the hospital first,” Beau sighed.

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I wanna go home.”

Beau stared at you for a long moment. Proper procedure told him to take you to the hospital, then the station for some questions.

But his fatherly instincts were telling him to take his baby girl home and do whatever she needed to feel safe.

The latter won out.

…

By the time Beau reached his place, his phone had been blowing up with texts and calls, probably from Hoyt and Pop, but he ignored them other than a quick text to both telling them he was ok and headed home.

The texts continued after that, but Beau turned his phone off.

“Do you want to go to your mom?” He asked gently, not quite sure what you’d meant by “home”.

You didn’t hesitate.

“No. Your place.”

He got you to his trailer in record time, and he led you inside and to the couch. Your eyes never left him as he went to get your favorite blanket and drape it around your shoulders.

“I’m gonna get you some ice for those bruises, ok?” Beau didn’t give you a chance to respond as he went to get the ice. He returned a moment later, and you put the ice pack up against one of the worse bruises on your face. “Do you want me to make you some food?” He asked.

You shook your head, reaching your free hand out to him without speaking.

Beau got the message. He sat down next to you on the couch and wrapped you into his arms, the soft fluff of the blanket around you brushing against his arms, and your hair tickling his chin as he tucked your head under it.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “No one’s ever gonna hurt you again.”

“Don’t go,” you pleaded.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” Beau lifted a hand to the back of your head. He found himself rocking you back and forth slowly, and the ghost of a smile lifted his lips when he heard your gentle, relaxed breathing for the first time since you’d been taken.

Time stopped when he was like this, with you. He might’ve been holding you for five minutes or five hours, it didn’t matter to him. He was pretty sure you fell asleep at some point, but he didn’t move, determined to never let you go again.

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Hey Clu!! No idea if you are taking requests (so sorry! 😓), but if you are... (or even if you are not then maybe it can be some food for thought lol)...

So you know how you did HCs for TBB accidentally walking in on the reader changing? What if it was the other way around where the reader walked in on TBB boys changing? (Can be suggestive too if you want) 🤭🤭

Anyways, i will just leave this here, hope you are doing well!! 🩷🥰

☆ Ka'ra

thank you so much for the request!! Hope you enjoy, sending some good vibes your way! <3

-> 1.8k words ! kinda suggestive (mention of some clone butt hehe) <-

You just wanted to help out, honest! After a long mission on a dusty planet, you decided to do the Batch a favour and bring their laundry to their respective bunks. It’s an easy errand but you hoped the Batch would appreciate it nonetheless, giving each of them one less chore to do.

With only one more drop off, you didn’t think anything could go wrong… until you forget to knock, entering the room unannounced and being greeted by a half naked trooper.

HUNTER

He senses you just before the door slides open, your scent giving away how close you are. While he’s still shirtless, Hunter makes sure his pants are on properly, using his second long warning to do the fly of his pants. 

These mere few seconds are vital to Hunter and when the door finally opens, allowing you to obliviously step inside before noticing him, Hunter’s already prepared, trying his best to seem calm.

When you enter, all you see is Hunter awkwardly standing there as if awaiting your arrival… and shirtless?!  You’re more taken aback than him, your eyes going wide before you hurriedly cast your gaze down to the floor. 

Trying not to stumble over your words, you explain that you were just bringing in some of his clothes, gesturing to the folded stack in your arms. He gives you a short nod “Oh, yeah… thanks”. 

You’re determined to keep your gaze firmly fixed on the floor throughout this entire interaction… but when Hunter tucks his clothes underneath his arm, you notice it. A light trail of dark brown hair on his lower torso leading down to the waistband of his pants.

Unfortunately for you, Hunter catches your lingering gaze. Clearing his throat, he asks “Are you going to keep staring or…”. Immediately snapping into action, you bring your gaze up to his eyes, missing the playful smirk on his lips. 

“S-sorry Sarge! I’ll.. uh, I’ll leave you be” backtracking out of the room, you leave as quickly as you can, not wanting Hunter to see how red your face is getting.

Now it’s Hunter’s turn to be taken aback. He knows he’s not the best at it but that was his attempt at flirting with you. 

He’ll be honest, he isn’t too sure what he was insinuating other than you staying a bit longer, but he thought it sounded pretty good.

Shrugging, Hunter continues to get dressed, making a mental note to work on his flirting skills before trying his luck with you again.

TECH

Tech is a competent man. Put him in any type of situation and he’ll come up with a plan A, B and C. And even if none of those work, Tech can usually figure out a quick alternative. 

But this, this isn’t something Tech has ever prepared for. Being on the Marauder after another successful mission means his guard is down, and since the mission was quite strenuous, he’s tired. So it’s safe to say his brain isn’t functioning at its highest ability, exhaustion starting to kick in.

When the door starts to slide open, it’s like his life flashes before his eyes. Tech’s first priority is pulling up his pants, something he was in the middle of doing when the door first began to move. 

Tech manages to successfully get them up but not without knocking himself off balance. By the time you step into the room, Tech is on the floor, hands determined to keep his pants up as he groans in annoyance.

You’re not really shocked by this, you’re more confused, wondering why Tech is shirtless and currently faceplanting the floor. 

”You want some help?” you ask, holding the clothes in one hand and offering Tech your other. With a sigh, he accepts, placing his hand on your forearm and vice versa. He tries to avoid eye contact when standing, the sheer embarrassment of falling overtaking the embarrassment of you walking on in him while changing.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Tech speaks “This… this never happened, understood?”. You can tell he’s flustered and so you swiftly play along. “What never happened?” you shoot him a quick wink, handing him his clothes. 

“The last thirty seconds, the fact that when you entered, I was… you’re teasing me, aren’t you?” he runs a hand down his face, internally cursing himself.

You go to put a hand on his shoulder, something you usually do but you stop yourself, not wanting to cross any boundaries. “Don’t worry, I won’t mention this ever again” you give him a reassuring smile before exiting the room. 

Well, Tech is positive that couldn’t have gone any worse.

WRECKER

Strangely enough, Wrecker’s reaction is the complete opposite to how he would react if your roles were reserved. He’s cool, calm and collected. 

At this point in his life, if he got embarrassed every time someone walked in on him changing, Wrecker wouldn’t be able to function.

With his back to the door, he hears the whoosh of it sliding open… but he’s in no rush.

It’s just you, Tech and Echo on board with him, and Wrecker’s very comfortable around all of you so he doesn’t see any need to worry about this.

Looking up from the folded clothes, you're greeted by the sight of Wrecker’s butt doing a little jiggle as he finishes pulling up his pants. Your mouth automatically drops open. 

Out of everything you could have seen, this is the most surprising… which is saying a lot when you’re travelling with Clone Force 99.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gives a loud laugh “Enjoying the show?”. Wrecker’s the definition of playful. He doesn’t mean any harm, taking an otherwise awkward situation and deciding to make light of it. 

As you blurt out an apology (for looking? For walking in? You’re not sure… both?!), Wrecker turns to face you and waves his hand. ”Nah, no need for that,” he dismisses, leaving out another laugh “it’s alright… huh, guess I forgot to lock the door again”. 

He’s still standing there shirtless, a happy smile on his face as he takes his pile of clean clothes from you. 

Afterwards, there’s absolutely no awkwardness, Wrecker’s good sense of humour making this an easy predicament to move on from. While it doesn’t take long for Wrecker to forget about the situation, it’s going to take you a while to get the image of his jiggling butt out of your head.

ECHO

Echo’s in a world of his own, deep in thought. Leaving out a sigh as he yanks up his pants, Echo doesn’t even pay attention to the door’s loud whoosh as it opens.

When you step into the room and see Echo, shirtless and with his back to you, you involuntarily leave out an “Oh!” noise, already cringing at the fact you forgot to knock first.

Your voice catches him off guard but he’s quick to jump into action. As Echo turns to face you, he grabs the closest thing to him, something from one of the other bunks in the hopes of using it to cover his chest.

He knows he doesn’t need to cover up, you’ve seen chests before. In fact, it was only last week you had to patch up the side of Tech’s abdomen because of a pretty rough tumble he had. 

It’s more of an instinctive reaction. Echo knows you didn’t come in here to see him half naked and so he tries his best to cover up any bare skin you don’t usually see. 

But with Echo’s amazing luck, the closest thing he picks up happens to be Lula the tooka doll. 

Realising he’s holding Lula, Echo leaves out a similar “Oh” noise to yours, though his is much gruffer. Slowly meeting your gaze, he gives you an apologetic look.

He knows this is an awkward predicament that neither of you wanted to be in though Echo’s not exactly sure how to get out of it. “Well…” he glances down at Lula, shrugging “this isn’t a situation I expected to be in today”.

Smiling, you nod your head “Me neither, but I did bring you some spare clothes”.

Echo thanks you for the clothes but keeps it to a minimum, knowing you probably want to get out of there as fast as possible. 

If you two are close and have been friends for a long time, Echo might make more of a joke out of it, hoping that’ll ease any embarrassment. Raising his eyebrow, he playfully accuses “Oh you came in here on purpose, didn’t you? Tryna catch a glimpse of me”. He tuts, shaking his head.

All Echo wants to do is move on from this in the hopes the awkwardness doesn’t linger. Even afterwards, Echo tries not to accidentally dwell on this by giving you more apologetic looks throughout the day. Instead, he tries his best to forget it ever happened.

CROSSHAIR

This isn’t a big deal to Crosshair. He knows you’ve been around clones for a while now, both enhanced ones as well as regs. So he’s presuming you’ve seen a lot of skin when it comes to the clones, whether that be due to injury, working out together or other activities.

Although he’s taken aback when you enter, Crosshair doesn’t show it, raising an eyebrow at you in an expectant manner.

You, on the other hand, aren’t so calm. Your surprised expression is hard to hide, your eyes instinctively flicking down his torso before meeting his gaze again.

“Sorry!” You blurt out “I was just bringing in some laundry”. The second you hold out the folded clothes, Crosshair snatches them, indirectly giving you a better look at his sculpted body.

Dropping the pile on his bunk, Crosshair lets out a long sigh, feigning annoyance as he comments “You’re staring”.

If your face wasn’t blushing red beforehand, it definitely is now. Stumbling over your words, you try to apologise (again) but you stop when you realise he’s laughing.

Letting out a low chuckle, Crosshair continues “What is it? See something you like?”. Seeing you blush only makes him want to keep going, spurring him on to see just how flustered he can make you. 

Your brain can’t even compute a response to that, your words failing you. 

Before you can leave, Crosshair stalks towards you, stopping just a mere few inches away from you. For a moment, he simply stands there, resting one of his arms on the doorframe, his figure towering over you.

Bringing his other arm up, he hooks a single finger under your chin before closing your gaping mouth. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out” he smirks, taking a moment to savour your flustered expression before backing away again.

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part 3 - [Lost in Madrid]

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author note; judiño truly is a menace to society, but also a goof. hope you like it, guys!!!!!!

(did not proofread)

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“i bet you can’t hit the crossbar from here.” lucas, a young player from another football team, speaks up, playfully hitting judes shoulder.

jude chuckles, eyes now looking at the goals crossbar lucas was referring to. it is located on the right side of the benches, a bit smaller than an actual goal, but that wouldn’t be a problem for him. he also sees another person sitting on the benches, their head turned down, probably reading something from their book.

jude takes the ball and places it in front of him, looking at the crossbar them back at the ball as he takes a fee steps back, only to run back up to the ball and kick it with his right foot. immediately the ball flys up, some pieces if grass getting pulled along as he and a few other teammates watch the ball fly to direction of the goal.

too weak, he thinks to himself, though he does not habe enough time to criticize himself any further, his eyes widening as he sees where exactly the ball was flying to.

“yo, watch out!” he screams on the top of his lungs, a few other guys doing the same, to no avail.

[un]fortunately, you hear their calls, a bit late though, because as soon as you look up you are met with a football directly hitting the right side of your face, pushing you back against your seat.

“fuck.” jude mutters to himself under his breath, already jogging towards you and coach lagarde, who was crouched in front of you.

his heart threatens to jump out his chest, it feels like he couldn’t breathe and different scenarios are going through his head until he reaches the two of you,

“señor i am, so, fuck, i am so sorry.” the words leave his mouth, almost like he couldn’t control them.

both men look at you, sitting in your seat with your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. jude bends down slightly, hand softly touching your shoulder, as if he was afraid to hurt you any further.

“i am, eh, mucho, mucho siento.”

great, now isn’t the right time to forget how to speak spanish properly, he almost gave you a concussion, or fuck, what if you have a concussion because of his stupid mistake.

you take another deep breath and lift your head, eyes still closed. you try to open them, it seems as if the bright outside bothers you, making you close your eyes again. jude sees a few tears slip down your cheek and decides to stand in front of you, shielding you from the sun. you open them again, blinking rapidly until you get used to the light.

he hears you mumble something under your breath, and looks around to gibe you something that might help, his eyes register a feeling water bottles on the ground and he immediately picks one up, opens its lid and hands it to you, “here.”

you thank him, taking a few sips to help you to calm down.

“that was a hell of a shot.” you say, voice raspy, making judes skin tickle.

he scratches the back of his neck, sighing, “yeah, sorry about that.”

coach lagarde decides to take you to the nurse, telling him to go back to the field and continue his training. so, he does as he is told and groans as he sees his teammates faces.

“is that your way of flirting?” one of them asks, earning a round of giggles from the others.

“shut it, amigo. i hope it’s not a concussion.” jude turns to look at the door you and señor disappeared into, hoping to speak to you before you leave.

training resumes again, though jude can’t help but let his thoughts wander on, thinking about ways to apologize to you. he should definitely go to the nurse as soon as he can, just find a way to talk to you and make sure that you are doing well. jude can’t help but cringe at the accident that happened earlier, passing the ball back to his teammate as he moves up to a different position. hitting someone in their face? that has never happened before! why would it happen now, out of all times.

as soon as training ends and the coach reminds them to eat their protein, jude quickly moves to walk into the nurse office, eyes searching for you everywhere.

“buenos días.” he walks in, but other than the nurse no one was inside the office, making his shoulders sack.

“¿Cómo puedo ayudarte chico?” the lady asks, eyes curious.

“eh,” jude pauses, thinking of ways to speak spanish, however he gives up as no actual word comes to his mind and decides to stick to english, “did someone come in here earlier? with señor lagarde?”

the woman nods, telling him that you have already left twenty minutes ago, also adding that it wasn’t that bad, that you would be okay by tomorrow. jude thanks her and wishes her a nice day as he leaves her office, a sigh leaving his lips as he continues to walk to the parking lot where his mother would be waiting for him.

he’ll definitely apologize to you, he just has to find the right moment to do so.

————————————————————

the cafeteria is buzzing with people talking and laughing during their break, the air conditioning is working overtime, though it stands no chance against madrids heat, and the crowd inside.

though jude only spends two days of the week at the center, he can’t help but feel a certain familiarity as he walks through the cafeteria, eyes looking through the tables of people, searching for someone.

even though this someone isn’t someone he actually knows, this person made him spent extra time on his hair and skincare routine this morning, making him trim his beard - if you can even call it that - and cut his nails. he chose his nicest pair of sport gear, wanting to get a reaction from you.

he holds his head high, eyes focused on finding your head, causing him to accidentally bump into someone.

“didn’t see you there.” he says, eyes still wandering, adding a quick, “‘m sorry.” as he moves on, thinking that he sighted you.

it is only when he is ten meters away that he notices that, fuck, you are the person he bumped into, not even giving you a proper apology once again. he quickly turns around, panicky expression on and high alerted. however you are no where to be seen, seemingly having left the cafeteria after the small incident.

jude sighs, “fucking great.”

————————————————————

the following week, jude tried his best to gain your attention somehow, but the only time to do so is during practice. so, he does what everyone would do in his situation, be an attention seeker.

he would be extra loud, yell at your direction and wave, not really gaining any reaction whatsoever.

other times, he tries to - gently - flank the football towards the bench you are sitting on, or try to hit your legs softly whenever your back is turned away, speaking to coach lagarde.

however, nothing - and he genuinely means nothing - would make you react. like a stone cold person, you’d just stand there, maybe look annoyed to the direction the ball came from, but nothing else.

truly frustrating.

——————————————————

it has already been a week since you and jude - forcefully- spent the evening in your home, talking [he was doing that for the most part] and enjoying each other’s company [he for sure did]. he feels like a friendship between you two isn’t impossible anymore, since you also [kinda] got used to his presence.

so, whenever he is at the center, getting in his spanish lessons and what not, he will also spend time with you. you still won’t let him walk you home, claiming that it is too much for now and that you would rather wake with your friend.

at first he thought that said friend of yours would be that woman that you sometimes get coffee with from the cafeteria, so immersed in your conversation that you won’t even notice jude sitting across from you at another table, eyes looking at your fave at any given chance.

he is proven wrong when he walks past your apartment building one day, on his way to get some snacks, seeing you and some other dude walking down the street, laughing and seemingly having a good time. you solely focus on that mana face, nodding and smiling at whatever he says, making judes blood boil in a way he has never felt before. if he could, would’ve run across the street to pull you away from that guy, telling you that he is way funnier than him and that you should look at him that way. he internally pats his own shoulder for not giving in to his thoughts, continuing his walk to the store to get his snacks.

now, the two of you are sitting on the bench outside on the sidelines of the field, jude spending his water break talking to you.

“so like, you just listen and watch how we react to given commands from señor?” he questions your work here, genuine interest present in his voice.

you nod, swallowing the piece if bread in your mouth, “i just watch how you guys pick up the language, in comparison to babies, for example. babies learn the language because they naturally need to communicate in order to express themselves. now, you guys are older, able to express your needs. but i want to see how you would do it in an environment that isn’t in your familiarity, y’know?”

“ahh.” he nods again, taking another sip from his bottle.

you look pretty today, he notes, eyes looking at your outfit, then your face. the sun starts to set slowly, crafting calming colors in the sky, adding to your prettiness.

“is this your last session, today?” he asks, bending down to tighten his shoelaces.

“yeah.”

“let’s stay after practice-“

you cut him off, “no, i still don’t want you to walk me home-“

he scoffs, “i wanted to stay and practice a little longer with you, but okay. main character syndrome is real.”

you hum, before agreeing, telling him you’ll wait. jude smiles and gets up from his seat, ready to go back. “you know, i am funnier than your guy that walks you home.”

“lorenzo?” you look up at him, eyes meeting his.

damn, even your eyes are fucking pretty.

“don’t care about what his name is, you would laugh louder with me than you do with him.” jude continues, a weird feeling taking place in his chest.

oh no, is he getting influenced by your negative energy?

“that’s rude.” you mock him, mimicking his voice and accent, horribly failing at it, too.

this makes him laugh, almost giggling like a little schoolboy. he catches himself, turning quiet and clearing his throat.

“i, eh, i should go.” fuck, why was he making things so awkward?

you cutely smile at him, oh god - you cutely smile at him - telling him you will be here until he finishes the session.

this gives him the boost of motivation he needed to go through the practice session, smile never leaving his lips and eyes wandering to your direction every once in a while.

-

“this is why you wanted to stay longer? to race?” you rest your hands on your hips, looking at jude the way his mother would look at him whenever he did something he shouldn’t have.

“it will be fun! strengthen our bond!” he explains himself, coming back to stand next to you after putting a cone a few meters away from you guys as a finish line.

“we aren’t friends.” you quickly deny, making jude chuckle.

“oh, we so are.” he says, stretching his arms a bit, “we are like, wait, lemme think, eh. do you know those moon and sun duos on tiktok?”

“no, i don’t.”

“you’re definitely the moon, all gloomy and dark and cold and mean and i am the sun, super nice, wholesome, hot and beautiful.” he explains, giggling at the sour expression you throw at his direction.

jude tells you to get in position, counting down to three to signal the go. you get ready, determined to give your best even though you wish to lay in your bed right now. it doesn’t matter that he plays football for a living and has been running around his whole life. you won’t go down without a fight.

“okay,” jude raises his voice, bending down slightly, “one, two,” he looks at you, seriousness painting your face, “three!” and before you know it, jude pushes you away, making you lose your balance and almost fall down as he sprints away, passing the finish line faster than you can register.

“dude!” you yell out, “what the hell was that?!” you walk up to him, but he doesn’t take you serious, hands resting on his knees as he loudly laughs at you.

only when you start to hit his shoulder he stands up, jogging away from your hands, to no avail, as you decide to follow him and continue to hit him with your hands.

“stop moving! i will end you!” you yell out, now properly running after him, his laugh booming through the entire field.

you don’t know how long this goes on for, but before you know both of you are laying on the ground, heavy breaths leaving your mouths and sweat shining on your forehead, covering your body as well. jude was the first one to lay down, taking you with him as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. you are too out of breath to notice, but his warm hand stays wrapped around your wrist, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

“i hope you know,” you calm down a bit, turning your head to the left to look at him, his eyes already focused on you, “you are so, incredibly, indescribably, so out of this world-ly, annoying. i genuinely hope you know and understand that.”

“wow,” jude smirks, hand letting go of your wirst to prob his head against it, now looking down at you a bit, “and i thought you would confess you undying love and adoration towards me.”

“in your dreams.” you roll your eyes. looking back up at the sky.

“in my dreams we do even more than that.” he winks - heh, he wishes - at you, even though he knows that you don’t see it.

you groan, hitting his chest with your left hand. of course he would say something like that, but you can’t help and laugh at your current situation. here you are, laying on faux grass, the sun setting, the breeze softly kissing your skin.

“what’s so funny.” jude asks, also smiling.

you shrug, not sure what to say, “don’t know, ‘m just, like, i guess i’m just happy right now?”

“me too.” jude lays back onto his back, facing up to look at the sky.

everything right now is just, perfect.

——————————————————

with lorenzo by your side, the two of you walk into the cafeteria, your lunch break finally in the same time slot. it has been a busy week, with many new students coming in and practice sessions going longer than usual. these are the last two weeks before international break for the volleyball players, their teams demanding them to take in as many courses as they can.

“maybe you should make them read books?” lorenzo suggests, his hand on the small of your back to guide you to your table.

sighing, you shake your head and take seat, “that won’t help, many of them can’t even right a sentence correctly due to the silent letters.”

lorenzo hums, taking a bite from his sandwich. since he only has spanish players trying to learn english, he won’t be in such a hurry to get through the lessons as fast as you are.

your eyes scan the room, not particularly searching for anything [that’s a lie], seeing all the people talk amongst themselves and laughing at the stuff by said. the second month of your internship already started, but it feels like forever since you started here. you grew to love these people, the food and the culture. you are happy with the job you have here and the friends you made. but when you can’t spot the person you are actually looking for - yes, you admit it - you feel your shoulders sack, disappointment spreading through your chest.

it’s not like you miss jude, no, you don’t, but seeing him just makes your day feel complete. ever since the two of you started to spend more time together, you [forcefully] started to enjoy his presence more than you ever thought you would. jude still is as annoying as ever, constantly teasing you whenever he gets the chance, but that only let’s you tease him back as well, comfortable banter between you two.

“you good, linda?”

lorenzos voice pulls you out of your thoughts, making you focus on him once more.

you smile, nodding simply at his words as you take a sip from your juice.

he leans forward, voice low, “don’t make it obvious, but the british player behind you look at you like he wants to throw knives at your head.”

you immediately turn around, heart beating fast since you know whom he is referring to.

and there he is, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. the hand on top of the table is also clenched, and instead of focusing on the conversation around the table, he just looks at you, or more like, past you, at lorenzo.

“nah, that is his default stare.” you wave off, turning back to drink your juice, a smile finding its way onto your lips.

you quickly realize what is happening and try to shake out of it, smile instantly vanishing.

what the fuck was happening to you? did he actually manage to influence you with his stupid behavior? would you also be this annoying now?

lorenzo shrugs, finishing his food and taking your dishes back to the cleaning station. you follow suit, turning back once more to have a final look at jude, his eyes already focused on you. he sends you a wink - not really - and you respond with a wave, turning around to walk back to your class with lorenzo.

you day goes on like it always does, answering questions, correcting reports and spending time on the field to watch the practice sessions go on. you also have few conversations with other players, asking them about their experience when learning a language and having to usw it during stressful situations. the process of your thesis slowly builds up, the results better than you anticipated.

as you pack your back after the session, the you feel somebody standing in front of you, blocking the sunlight to hit your body. looking up, you see a sweaty jude, breath rising and falling in a even manner.

“can i help you, señor bellingham?” you ask, standing up, eyes never leaving his.

are you the only one that suddenly feels really hot?

“walk with me?”

“you smell.” you scrunch your face, smile however still visible.

“the showers here are weird, i’ll shower at home.” he pats his forehead with a towel, “so, walk with me?” he asks again, hopeful tone never wavering.

you tilt your head to the side, “doesn’t your mother pick you up?”

“told her that we are walking home-“

“lying is bad, judy.” you throw in, making him roll his eyes.

“-so you have to walk with me.”

“it’s not my fault that you lied to your mum, jude.” you shrug, starting to walk away.

you don’t have to turn around to know that jude follows you, you can already feel his body heat on your back. he is close, you note, though as you turn around you seem to underestimate how close he actually is. your face is close to his broad chest, you can smell his perfume mixed with sweat and the scent of grass. you should be gagging at how close you are to his sweaty body, but somehow it doesn’t bother you as mich as you thought it would. instead, you feel your heart racing, its sound in your ears. jude looks down at you, dark eyes pulling you into a trance.

before you get too immersed, you pull back, “eh, excuse me? ever heard something of personal space?”

he shrugs, picking up his own back to sling it over his shoulder. he walks ahead, opening gate to leave the field, “let’s go home, wanna shower.”

you don’t say anything, deciding to walk through the gate and wait for jude to shut it behind him. you begin to walk home, comfortable silence settling between you two, the suns setting rays feeling like fairy dust on your skin. the sky is orange, hints or purple and pink creating the perfect scene for a relaxing walk. from the conner of your eye you try to look at jude, wanting to see if he enjoys this walk as mich as you do. he simply looks ahead, soft smile and shoulders relaxed. he looks really good surrounded by the different colors of the sky.

“you’re pretty.” your voice is soft.

hearing you say that makes jude trip, making him choke on his own spit and coughing violently. your eyes widen, you immediately start to hit his back to make him regain his composure. the laughs spill from your lips, it is out of your control.

“thanks-“ he coughs again, hitting his chest to help him calm down, “thanks. i know.” his voice, a few seconds ago high pitched, is now low, wanting to sound cool even though you just giggle at his antics.

“wow,” you mockingly say, “what happened to the over confident man that used to brag how hot he is? is this what a compliment does to you?”

“no, it’s just, y’know, your first time being nice to me.” he explains, switching place with you so he would walk on the outside of the road, his touch on your shoulder leaving a burning feeling on it.

eyebrows drawn together, you look at his side profile, “that’s not true! i am always super nice to you!”

“nah.”

“i am!”

he pauses, eyes looking at yours before he looks ahead, “nah.”

“puta.” you say under your breath.

“i heard that.” jude slightly bumps his shoulder against yours, making you sway.

“good.” you return his gesture - though he doesn’t move at all.

soon enough you arrive at your apartment building, slowly coming to halt with jude now standing in front of you. you don’t know what to do, should you hug him as a goodbye? should you shake his hand, pat his shoulder? shit, this is harder than you thought it would be.

it seems like jude could read your mind, because before you know it, you feel his arms around your body, pulling you against him. you are too slow to react, he pulls away and smiles at you, making your knees feel weak.

what is happening? what is all of this?

“soo,” you begin, suddenly all shy around him, oh god, what is this?

“soo,” jude mirrors your stance, hands behind his back, “it isn’t that bad to walk home with me, eh?”

you hum, slightly rocking back and forth on your heels, “it was bearable.” you agree, your cheeks start to hurt from all the smiling you have done in the past few minutes.

“does that mean you would do it again?” he asks, eyes holding the stars in them, the sunset behind him making him look so pretty, it hurt.

“hm, maybe?” you tease back, taking a step back to lean against the front door, “i enjoy walking home with lorenzo as well, he is quite charming.”

jude scoffs, hands now on his hips, a signal that he is being serious, “he ain’t all that. bet i can beat him in a 100 meter sprint.”

you laugh, shrugging “who knows?”

“just you wait, i’ll show you.” he also starts to walk backwards, motioning turning around yet, “so, dinner at ours sometime?”

you nod, “sure, i’d love that.”

“great.”

“great.”

the two of you silently look at each other, as if engaging in a conversation with your eyes. jude waves at you one last time before turning around to continue his way home. though he doesn’t see it, you wave back, not really sure why you do it.

you walk up to your apartment, opening the door and taking off your shoes. after washing your hands and preparing yourself something to eat you sit down onto the couch in living room, or phone at hand. you reply back to some of your friends, update your mom about your day and send her a few pictures of the places you have visited in the last week. just as you want to put your phone down to eat the last few bites of your pasta, you hear your phone go off - a new notification.

[from; Jude Bellingham]: u up?

[to; Jude Bellingham]: still don’t wanna fuck you.

[from; Jude Bellingham]: THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

[to; Jude Bellingham]: suree

[to; Jude Bellingham]: what did you need?

[from; Jude Bellingham]: okay rude

[from; Jude Bellingham]: can’t i just start a conversation with my friend???

[from; Jude Bellingham]: yknow like friends do???

[to; Jude Bellingham]: no

[to; Jude Bellingham]: babysitting hours are over

[from; Jude Bellingham]: AHA

[from; Jude Bellingham]: so you admit that we r friends??

[to; Jude Bellingham]: good night jude

[from; Jude Bellingham]: booooo tomato tomato

you roll your eyes as you lock your phone, getting up to wash your dishes. your phone rings again, but you only get to it around twenty minutes later, being caught up in cleaning your kitchen and writing a grocery list for tomorrow.

INSTAGRAM

[@yourinsta] @judebellingham wants to follow you!

you roll your eyes, not even fighting off the smile on your lips. you don’t think twice and accept his request, following him back. you stay on his account, deciding to stalk him a little.

that’s what everyone does, right?

you look through his following, smile slowly fading as you see how many models he follows. but, you shake out of it, you shouldn’t let this get to you, you think, he is an attractive, young and successful guy, obviously he would be in touch with other women. instead of making yourself sad, you leave the app, sighing.

he is a guy, a pretty guy and single. what if he has a girlfriend? and never got the chance to tell you about it? that wouldn’t be unexpected, he is a nice person. oh, this feeling in your chest, the way it reaches down to your stomaches leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

you get up and go to the bathroom to wash your face and get bed ready.

you shouldn’t jump into any conclusions, they might be his friends! just like you are, maybe. you should just let things go, be normal and enjoy your time here in madrid. jude doesn’t owe you any explanation.

finishing your routine, you get under your bedsheets, sighing once more before deciding to relax.

everything will be just fine.

-

at the same time, jude lays in his bed, lights out, his phone screen illuminating his face. his fingers scroll down his following list, removing every woman that isn’t you, or one of his close friends. his cheeks already hurt from smiling the entire evening and his chest feels light.

as he finishes his task, he moves back to re-reads your guy’s chat from earlier, giggling when he reads your cute answers. oh god, how could you be so funny without even trying?

he locks his phone, putting it screen down against his chest as he looks up the ceiling, feeling impatient as he waits for the next day to arrive.

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[pregnant-piggy]

Hope

Kaz Brekker x reader

word count: 5.2k

summary: left with nothing but a broken heart in Ketterdam, you decide to start life anew across the sea. but first there is someone you need to say goodbye to

The wind was whirling around your body, howling between the squeaking ships. It tugged and pulled on all sides. Stung in your eyes, but that could also be the tears you were trying to hold back. 

You weren't sure why it affected you this much. You had known from the start that it was bound to end in doom, that nothing about it would work, but you had nurtured a futile hope like it was a wounded bird. Carefully, delicately, but it had grown stronger over time. The broken shatters of your heart had allowed themselves to heal and now the seams were ripped open again. You were bleeding life. No wound had ever hurt this much. 

-=-=-=-

Your foot tapped a rhythm on the creaking floorboards as you tried to focus on your surroundings. It had been better this time. Not faultless—it never was—but better. You were in, would get the money, and then you'd be out again. Simple as that. 

Of course, nothing was ever that simple in Ketterdam. 

The papers in front of you were false. Your story was a lie. Your identity a scam. The only truthful thing about you was that you were physically there, but that was only because you didn't trust anyone enough to do this for you. You knew that you could have asked some of your old friends to do this—it probably would have been easier to let them do it. In, out, done, without having to go through the entire act. But they were still working for him. And you didn't want him included. Anymore. 

You could do this alone. You'd done it before. Stuttering and stammering so badly that they had asked you if you were alright, but in the end you'd gotten the money. This time you were prepared. 

The door opened and a tall man with grey hair stepped into the office. "Good morning." 

You flashed the man a smile. All a scam. 

He settled in the chair behind the desk. Bart Sleutel. Bart Key—ironic, considering he was the key to your plan. The small instrument that would open the door for you. 

"You asked for an early payment of your loan," Sleutel said. 

You'd tried to do honest work, but there wasn't much in Ketterdam. And you could take the person out of the Dregs, but never the Dreg out of the person. Or so you had found. 

"Yes," you said, flashing that same smile. "My landlord raised the rent and my new job won't pay out until next month." 

Sleutel raised an eyebrow. "Another new job?" 

"Yes, sir. The previous one did not pay enough to cover the rent. This one does." 

You waited for him to ask what the new job was, but Sleutel seemed smart enough not to want to know. 

"So you want an early payment." 

"Correct." 

"You have asked for early payment before." 

"Yes." 

"And you understand, of course, that while one time is acceptable, these types of things happening twice is highly unusual." 

It wasn't. You knew because you'd been living in Ketterdam for years and the city was like the back of your hand. Its streets and alleys, its people, its rules and habits. There wasn't a single part of Ketterdam unfamiliar to you. And so you knew that the bank would give you the second loan early. And that third and fourth at that too. Because it meant profit. 

You also knew because you had done the exact same thing at six other banks already. 

"We cannot make this a standard," Sleutel said. "But as the bank sees your struggle we will come forth with a proposal." 

You wondered what they did with the people that genuinely were in need of money. With the people that didn't have a fake registration at the university, that had no proof of the hard work they'd been doing to come around. Would the bank listen to them too? Or were they only talking with you because your name was registered under a company that would pay tremendous taxes to the government, had it been real?

But you sat and smiled. Listened to the proposal. You already knew it, of course. You'd done your homework. You listened as Sleutel explained the costs would be higher, that they could fine you if you did not pay back in time, that next time you came back, you had to bring proof of your payments before you could request another loan. 

You listened and nodded and agreed, smiling to yourself as there was one thing Sleutel didn't know. 

You were never coming back. 

-=-=-=-

You could hear the sea, waves slamming against waves, masses of water swirling and coiling and circling. The sea was someone's great escape. The way to get out of this rotten city and away from her ruined inhabitants. To start life anew. An escape from the trap that was laid out between dirty rivers and gambling dens and decaying architecture. 

But it was too late for you to escape from this trap. 

Like tripping over an invisible wire, you had stumbled and fallen. Hard. All the way down until you weren't sure anymore if you were still falling or had hit the ground and splattered. It was pitch black and you couldn't see where you were going, if you were going anywhere at all. You thought things had been moving forward but standing here, waves and wind and tears, you realised that you couldn't have been more wrong. 

The thing about being lost is that it isn't half as bad when you're not alone. When there is someone who will try to find the way with you. Someone whose hand you can hold. Figuratively. 

And you were so sure you had found that person. Someone willing to face the battles of life with you. To watch enemies get defeated and to celebrate the victories. Someone who had seen the shambles of your heart and didn't try to force them together but held them until they started to heal. 

Now that someone was handing you back the shatters and this time you weren't sure if you were strong enough to fit them together anymore. 

-=-=-=-

Ketterdam was a monstrous city, like someone had taken everything that was wrong with the world and put it in one place. It was a cruel beast, but at the seams beauty peeked through. A woman selling fresh fruit with a genuine smile. Two children running around singing songs. The ancient arc of a building that was untouched by renovations. When the sun slipped through the clouds and smoke and even the poorest people would find a sliver of hope in the rubble. 

Even monsters could be beautiful. You knew all about that.

That was why you had stayed so long. Why you hadn't just robbed a bank and run away. You needed to say goodbye to the city that had been your home for so many years. You needed time to say goodbye to the people that you'd miss. Time to accept that this was it. The end of Ketterdam for you.

You were at peace with it. The city had given you all it had and there was nothing left anymore. Nothing tying you to the crooked streets and flashing lights. You were done with the fights, the sneaking around, the deceiving. There was enough money to buy your way out of it now. 

But first, there was someone you needed to say goodbye to. 

You slipped into alleys no one else used, crossed bridges full of tourists with masks, and walked and walked until the streets turned silent and the houses dark. 

She was already sitting there. So still that you wouldn't have noticed her if you hadn't known she'd be there. But her perfect posture gave way to a smile and relaxed shoulders. 

"You're late," she said, shifting to make room for you. 

"A minute. The guy at the bank wouldn't shut up about the taxes." 

Inej's eyebrow quirked. "So you got it?" 

She was the only one who had kept in touch with you after everything fell apart. Friends are a dangerous thing when you're a criminal but for Inej, you'd put it all aside. The bond you had was strange to anyone else's eye but it worked. There was no time for tea dates or girl nights when you had to fight for your existence everyday but your friendship had grown in the moments between jobs, fleeting glances in the streets, caring for the other's injuries, picking each other's brains during preparations. And, of course, bitching about one person in particular. 

Inej knew of your plans. She encouraged you because asking you to stay was selfish and you kept each other's freedom as the number one priority. She was a little jealous, you could tell, because she couldn't leave yet. A little sad to see you gone. But she didn't say a word because she also knew that this wasn't the end of you yet. You'd be there the moment Inej Ghafa realised her dream and you'd do anything to make that come true. 

"I got it," you grinned, slumping down next to her. "Of course I did." 

"When do you go?" 

"As soon as I can. Staying here only enlarges the chance anyone finds out what I'm up to and I can't risk it now." You sighed, looking at the empty house in front of you. "There's a ship setting sail tomorrow night. I'll be on it." 

Inej let out a soft sigh. "I will miss you." 

You didn't want to address the pain in your heart upon hearing that. You had to go. You wanted to but you hated that it meant you had to leave your best friend behind. 

"I will miss you, too," you said softly. "All of this, actually. I never thought anyone could get so attached to a city." 

"Just the city?" 

You glared at Inej. "Yes. Just the city." 

Inej hummed, but not in agreement. "I don't believe you." 

You were silent for a very long time. All the memories played in your head and you wanted to blink them away but you couldn't. The office nights. The stake-outs under the starry sky. The impromptu dinners covered with weak lies—we were here anyway already and it will be a long night. The mornings of waking up without realising you'd fallen asleep so close together. The quick brushes of hands. So many featherlight touches you hadn't dared to believe were real. The hint of a smile. The linger of an eye. And then once, the hovering of lips, the breath on your skin, the pounding of hearts. The last time being so close. 

Then it fell apart. 

It was all in your head. The start. The middle. The end. Every single moment together and apart. Over-analysed again and again and again because you needed to convince yourself that you were better off now. You were fine. You were on your own and doing better than ever before. 

But as you looked at Inej and her knowing smile and her kind eyes, and as you thought of just the city? you weren't so sure of your reasons anymore. You had made yourself believe that you were leaving because you were ready for a new adventure. Because you had outgrown Ketterdam. Maybe you were just doing it because you wanted to run away. Away from the memories that plagued your mind every moment of the day. Away from ever having to face your past. You wanted to be gone from it all. Gone gone gone. 

So when Inej took your hand carefully, gave you an encouraging squeeze, you smiled sadly and whispered, "Maybe not just the city." 

"Have you spoken with him?" 

You shook your head. "I wouldn't even know what to say. I don't know if there is anything to say." 

"There is plenty to say," Inej said. 

Again you shook your head. "He made it crystal clear we were over." 

"So? Just because it is over doesn't mean that you never have to talk about it. You both owe each other an explanation. He broke your heart and you're still hurting. You left without a word and broke his heart." 

"I doubt that." 

Inej sighed. "He is still hurting too. You know him better than anyone else, sometimes even better than he knows himself, and you know how he felt for you. You weren't the only one in that relationship and you leaving hurt him just as much as him breaking your heart hurt you." 

You looked down. It wasn't as if you had wanted to leave, but things had grown so icy you couldn't stay any longer. There were no conversations unless forced to. Any proximity was avoided at all costs. And the stares. 

Oh, the stares. There were so many of them. From the side, across the room, right in front of you. A glance during a job. Fleeting eyes when walking past. You hadn't minded them before because you'd known the meaning behind them, the unspoken words that lingered behind those pupils. But after, the stares had changed. Harder. Colder. Longer. More intense and filled with an emotion you hadn't known how to read. You had not been able to stand it, to endure being a stranger to someone you thought you had known so well. 

So you left. Ran. Fled. Maybe from your life. 

Maybe just from Kaz. 

-=-=-=-

"I don't think we should do this anymore." 

"What?" 

You looked up. He was standing so calmly, so serene. Like those exact words hadn't just passed his lips. His expression was closed off, walls so thick even you couldn't see through them. 

"We’re done. This—" he gestured vaguely “—is over.”  

"Why?" 

You shook your head. It couldn't be that the person you had started to care for more than anyone else in the world would do this. There were plans together. For tomorrow night. For next week. For a year from now. 

You hadn't dared to believe it but as more time passed, you had allowed yourself to wonder about a future. Together. A possibility that this feeling could stretch beyond the dirty waters and rotten streets of the criminal city. That there was beauty in the years ahead of you. A chance. 

And you had believed that he thought the same thing. That you had seen it in his eyes when he looked at you and heard it in his voice when he talked to you. It was the slightest of lingering and a softness so strange that you hadn't known what to do with it the first time you'd heard it. 

But it had been there. Proof as clear as day. The brush of a hand when he walked past. The warmth of a chest behind you, never quite touching but you didn't need him to. And then, after a while, there had been the feeling of protection. The sense of knowing that there was someone watching over you. You hadn't liked it, did not need protection, but as it eased on you, you had realised how comfortable it was to take a breath, just for a moment. To let down your guard and see the world from a different point of view. And when you'd turned to him, you had found the same feeling written over his features. Your castle had turned into his and his into yours. 

But now he was pulling the bridge, locking you out. 

"Why?" 

You hated the rise in your voice. The weakness of disappointment that seeped through. 

"You know why." 

"I don't." 

But he shook his head, turned down his face. You couldn't reach him anymore. 

"This never should have happened in the first place. This was a mistake." 

You looked at him for a long time, then said, "You really think so. You really believe that." 

He was unfazed. "I do." 

"And you think it's my fault." 

"I never said that." 

"You don't need to. I know." A sudden anger filled you. Anger because you couldn't bear dealing with the pain right now. "You think it's my fault that for once in your life you showed a grain of humanity and you actually liked it. Just this once you allowed yourself to think that maybe there is more to life than money and criminality, and that scared you so now you're trying to blame me. But you brought this on yourself. I didn't 'weaken your defences' or make you 'soft'. That was all you, Kaz." 

He stared at you, long and hard. Anger burned in the corners of his eyes. He flexed his fingers. 

"Get out." 

His voice was softer than you'd ever heard before but full of barely constrained anger. You didn't like it. You wanted him to shout back at you. To get angry. You did not want to have this fight on your own. 

But instead he swallowed. Took a breath that was only a bit too deep to be normal. Repeated. "Get out." 

"So that is it?" you said, biting the inside of your mouth to hold back the uninvited tears. "This is how you end it?" 

His jaw twitched. "What do you want? Tears? Pleas? Sympathy?" He laughed, the sound of rocks being crushed. "You know me better than that." 

"I thought I did." You looked at him. Tense jaw, tight lips. His perfectly sculpted nose and those old eyes. His dark hair that you had noticed he'd let grow longer after you told him it suited him. One strand fell on his forehead and you wished you were back in the place where he would have allowed you to brush it back. But you figured that place didn't exist any longer. "Now I'm not so sure." 

"Get. Out." His eyes were like fire. "Get out of this house. Out of this damn city for all I care, but don't ever show your face here again." 

And you laughed. Laughed right in his face because you didn't want to cry in front of him. Laughed because you were falling apart on the inside and nothing could stop it. You laughed as you stepped back, taking one last look. Laughed as you left the room, left the house, left the street, walked, ran, sprinted until you could see the waves of the dark grey sea. Laughed as you looked over your shoulder and promised yourself you would never go back.

-=-=-=-

"I don't know," you said, shaking your head. "I wouldn't know what to say." 

Inej gave you a small smile and you thought she was being kind to you, but then you noticed another layer. The one you knew so well but hated that you did. 

"Oh, Inej, what have you done?" 

"What had to be done." She looked at you with an expression that was close to pity. "You deserve to start anew somewhere else and I do not ever want to take that opportunity from you, but you cannot pretend like it meant nothing. Because in a world like this you found something that most people don't even dare to dream of and you should not take that for granted." 

You swallowed and looked away. You didn't want your best friend scolding you. Even if she was right. 

"Don't you think that across the waters life would be better if you had closure on this? And don't you think it would be fair to him if you gave him an explanation?" 

"Life is not fair," you muttered. 

"No, life isn't," Inej admitted. "But you are. And so is he. In his own ridiculous way." 

You sighed. You knew Inej was right. Of course she was. But that didn't mean you liked it. You had done perfectly fine alone the past months. You had fought off gangs, tricked landlords into giving you a space to live, deceived banks to give you money that they would never see again—all that was fine. But the mere thought of having to face Kaz Brekker made you nauseous and nervous. It was ripping seams you had closed quickly and messily, opening doors you'd thrown shut. 

It wasn't as if you had a choice. Inej slipped from the bench, disappearing into the darkness, but not before she gave you a quick, tight hug and whispered in your ear, "I didn't even need to convince him." 

Then she was gone and you didn't have time to think of when you'd next see her again because there was the sound that any gang member in the Barrel—friend or foe—recognised. The ticking of the iron end on the cobblestones. Rhythmic. Stable. Unwavering. 

Until he got closer.

It was not that you had never seen Kaz again—you had. Ketterdam was a big city, yes, but it always seemed like the people one avoided were right around the corner. You had seen Kaz plenty of times, but always from afar and never intentionally. You didn't speak to him, didn't even want him to see you. Each time you'd caught sight of that black hair and that damned cane, you turned around. He had wanted you gone, so that was what you'd been. 

But now there was no turning away, no running back, no hiding. 

At first glance, he looked no different from any other day in his grey suit and black gloves. He was leaning on his cane, hand resting atop it. His face was inscrutable. His hair was short again. 

Yet, you hadn't missed the falter in his steps. And now you didn't miss the way his fingers flexed, the hitch in his breath as he glanced up, the uncertainty in his eyes. 

Inej had said that he'd come willingly and you wondered what he wanted from you. Kaz Brekker did no charity. 

He stared at you for a long time and you didn't look away. You remembered the time when those eyes had been your gateway to wonderland. Now the gates were shut and you were left wondering on your own. 

"You're leaving." 

His voice was so painfully the same that a surge of anger took hold of you. Who did he think he was, coming here for an 'explanation' when he had been the one to tell you to get out of the city? What did he want? For you to fall to your knees and beg him to take you back? Or did he just want to make sure you were really going? You didn't know which one hurt the most. 

"Yes, I'm leaving," you said. "Don't things just work out perfectly for you? Just like you wanted." 

Kaz's eyes hardened but you scoffed. You didn't care if he got angry. It didn't matter anymore. Inej'd said that you needed to give him an explanation, but you never promised anything. You could get up and leave. Run away. Again. 

Yet, something held you in place and you hated to think that it might be Kaz. 

"Why are you leaving?" His voice sounded so sincere that you almost laughed. 

Because of him. It had always been because of him. You'd stayed in Ketterdam for so long, even when opportunities of leaving came by, because of him. You'd never had a home and you thought you had found it in this wretched city but in the end it turned out it had never been the city. It had been him. 

And now you would leave because of him. Because you couldn't bear being in the places that held those bittersweet memories. Because everything reminded you of him and you didn't want to think of him. Because he told you to go. 

Because your head told you to leave and your heart was too broken to fight. 

"I've grown tired of the city," you said instead. 

Kaz looked at you as if he knew you were lying. "Grown tired of the city?" he repeated sceptically. 

You shrugged. "Or the city's grown tired of me." 

"It never could." 

You stared at Kaz. He seemed unbothered. You hated it but could not stop thinking why. Why was he here?

There were a thousand things you wanted to tell him. From the thoughts you’d had when you’d seen him for the first time to the way you’d felt when he’d brushed his hand to yours that one time in the silent street and when you had learned that he made sure there were never any carrots in your hutspot because he knew you didn’t like them to the pain you had felt these past months. You wanted to tell him of the nights you had lain awake in the Slat wondering what he would do if you’d knocked on his door. And of the past nights you had stared at the ceiling of your boarding room, wondering if you were making the biggest mistake of your life. You wanted to tell him of all the times you had thought of running back to him. 

But you couldn’t tell him. And that realisation made your heart break all over again. You had tried so hard to convince yourself that you were better off alone, but deep down you knew that one word from Kaz would put you right back to where you’d started. 

“What are you doing here?” You got up. Stood in front of Kaz. Stared into his deep brown eyes. “Why did you come, Kaz?” 

But he didn’t answer. Instead he said, “You’ve given me no answer yet.” 

And you wouldn’t. Because he knew the answer perfectly well and you wouldn’t let him hurt your pride that much. 

“Inej seems to think I owe you an explanation, but you and I know better than that. Did you tell her what you said to me?” 

His jaw tightened. 

“That’s what I thought.” You gave a dry laugh. “Ghezen forbid anyone ever dare think that Kaz Brekker has feelings.” You shook your head. “She also thinks I broke your heart, but I’m not even sure you have one to begin with.” 

Kaz kept staring at you with that steady, cold gaze of his. “Why did you do it then? If you believe me to be heartless.” 

“Because I was stupid enough to hope. And I know what you say about hope, that it’s a weakness and will always let you down, and maybe you’re right but you know what I have found? This city grows on hope. Hope that the next spin will pay off. Hope that the investment makes a fortune. Hope that we live to see another day.” 

You weren’t sure where the words were coming from. Maybe they had been inside you all along and were now spilling from the split seams of your heart. Maybe they were the harsh lessons you had learned while on your own. Maybe they were just annoying stabs, an attempt to fuel his anger, to hurt him like he had you. 

“Everyone hopes. Even those who claim differently. So what do you hope for, Kaz? Money? Revenge? Love? Invincibility?”

Kaz gave no reaction. 

“You know, I was selfish enough to think that it was me for a while, but now I can’t tell the difference between what I thought and what was true anymore. Sometimes I wonder if any of it was ever true.

“I hoped for you, Kaz, and that is the worst decision I have ever made in my life. You were right; we never should have happened.” 

He was still looking at you, saying nothing. His face was closed off and no matter how you searched there were no cracks. No seams to his mask and you weren’t entirely sure if it was a mask at all. This was just him, blank, apathetic, uncaring. It was impossible to think that once you’d believed differently. 

“So you’re leaving,” he finally said. 

You smiled humourlessly. “Yes. Gladly so. Everybody happy in the end.” 

“Hm,” Kaz only hummed. He flexed his fingers, then gave a nod. “Alright. Safe journey.” 

“So it seems.” 

But Kaz didn’t step away and neither did you. You didn’t know what you were waiting for; you’d had your say and you doubted he wanted to have his. Yet you could sense that there was something he did want to say. His unspoken words hung in the air between you, so tense and burning that you could almost read them coming from his lips. 

Then they were gone. He took a step back and shook his head, staring at you with a strange expression. The sudden urge to reach out for him rose inside you, but you swallowed it down. You and him were done and this was the last time you’d see him. One way or another you had to accept that, even if it felt wrong. 

“Goodbye, Kaz.” 

This was the end. You were getting out. 

-=-=-=-

The sun was sinking below the horizon when you boarded the ship. Kaz was watching from afar, not trusting himself to get closer. 

You were right; he had no heart. Where it should have been there was a hollow cave in his chest. A gaping hole that slowly filled with darkness until it felt like he was drowning again. He was ruthless, unfeeling, and cruel. He didn’t care about the world as he should, but he couldn’t care about that either. He was a monster, leaving everyone guessing what pumped the blood through his veins. 

He had no heart because you’d broken it. 

Once it had beat for you, but now all that was left was shatters and dust. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. So he watched you leave while the water rose around him, pulling him under. 

He had never wanted for this to happen. You’d asked him what he hoped for and the answer had always been and would always be you. It was you when you’d stepped into his office for the first time, a bit scared, a whole lot more courageous. It was you when you’d been brought in with a stab wound in your side and he’d nearly combusted as they’d stitched you back up and he couldn’t get close. It was you on dark stake-outs, in-between meals, mornings where the sun dared to show its first beams and sleep laced your every move as you walked with him through the Ketterdam streets. It was you every moment you were near and far. Every single time he wished he could still his demons and reach out to you. Every time he tried and lost the battle. 

And it had been you when you’d stood in front of him and he had said the words he would regret the rest of his life. 

He barely ate. Didn’t sleep. Felt the life slip from his grip as he could only think about you and the biggest mistake of his life. There were so many ‘should have’s, so many things he could have done differently. 

But when it came to you he didn’t want to be selfish. You deserved someone better than him, and he hoped that someone was on the other side of the waters. Somewhere far away from him. 

He had told you to get out and that was what you’d done. Maybe one day you would visit Ketterdam again and come see him and you’d both act like nothing had ever happened. 

And maybe that was Kaz’s weakness. But it was that hope that kept him afloat.

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six of crows taglist:  @xxinvisiblexx @awritingtree​

MASTERLIST

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #kaz x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #soc #inej ghafa x reader #kaz brekker

[hypnos333]

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eunhyuk x Reader

Synopsis: After Eunhyuk death you couldn’t heal until you killed yourself but survived but your memories are blank about Eunhyuk making Ji-soo explain it to you.

After green house building collapsed and leaving eunhyuk behind. Everyone was worried for your wellbeing especially Eun-yo. Out of the two You took it the worse.

Nobody could blame you though, after all before all this it was just them. Yoo-ri said to just give you time and that you would get better with time and the most important thing is to give you support right now.

But I think we all know deep inside with every passing day. You were getting worse.

And I think that day made it clear.

After the incident- You just, you gave up in a way.

We thought you were at your breaking point so we watched you closely and made sure one of us was with you at all times.

You weren’t talking…. But then again watching you two be so happy just for one of you to die would made everyone understand. But maybe, Forever was word meant for memories and not people

Memories Memories Memories Memories

“Please do this for me” Eunhyuk pleaded as tears streamed down your face. “N-No you’re asking a lot from me right now, j-just stay with me” You begged holding on to him tightly.

Eunhyuk hear broke see you like this. Seeing you cry.

“My love it’s no secret that we are running out of time” Eunhyuk choked out before gently giving her one more kiss. They both taste the saltiness of their tears in the kiss. None of them wanted to let one another go and You were gonna risk everything to stay with him.

“I love you” Eunhyuk said as he pulled away from her. “I love you too” You sobbed as the group dragged you away as you desperately try to go back to him but Eun-yo dragged you trying to hide her own sadness.

As you look back he wasn’t in sight no more. He was gone…. And he wasn’t coming back at least that’s what you believed.

You jumped off a building days later Well at least tried too everything was froggy now it would be hard to comprehend why you did it.

But now back in the present where you don’t remember him. Ji-Soo only told you about the end and not the beginning.

You always believe there is a beginning you just have to search deeper to find it. So you decor to go missing to figure out everything on your own.

She met interesting people on the way back to green home apartments, and she surprisingly met nice monsters. She met this baby monster so she decided to take it as her own.

The baby had a hole in its chest so soldiers must of found it. But you liked it’s company nonetheless.

When she found green home apartments. She walked through it with the little monster as they hold hand. It was oddly quiet until she heard rumbling under the cement of the fallen building.

Her scent awoken him. Her peach sunrise soup and perfume still lingers on her skin making him awaken.

With no clothes and eyes pitch black he walked towards you like he was in a trance. You slowly backed up, flustered at the naked man in front of you but scared of what the monster might do.

The little monster hid behind her as they were. cornered so she closed her eyes waiting for a hit or whatever to come.

But all the monster did was tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before kissing her cheek.

“I miss you”

#lee eunhyuk x reader #eunhyuk x reader #sweet home x reader #x reader #sweet home imagines

[eternallyseverus]

Beg me  - Severus Snape x y/n

MASTERLIST | AO3 | COFFEE

+18, minors DNI. 

Read on AO3 here | Words 1393

Summary: After having sex with Severus you want to go to take a shower but the idea of pleasuring him again makes you change your plans so you ask him to beg you for pleasure, and he kinda does but he doesn’t like to beg so he decides to do something about it.

A/N: I am not used to writing smut so please forgive me if it is not that good. I promise to keep improving but I needed to write this since it was something that was around my head for weeks.

Triggers / Warnings: +18 reader and character. Is a she. Blowjob, ejaculation, oral sex, begging, established relationship, mentions of pet names. Basically this is oral sex with a lot of bad words lol.

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“So pretty on your knees, with your mouth full of my cock, only mine, my little whore” Said Severus whispering, trying to control his composure.

No matter how many times you would do this, it would drive him crazy. On your knees, naked, tears pricking from the corners of your eyes and seeing how his cock disappeared on your mouth and how pretty you sounded gagging because of that.

It was normal that whoever woke up first would tease the other one, giving some kisses here and there, touching them or giving a surprise oral in the morning that then lead to some other intimate activities. That’s why, when you woke up first you decided to tease him and ended up on top of him, bouncing on his length as if your life depended on it.

Once satisfied, the both of you stood up from the bed with the objective in mind of taking a shower together but it seems that you were still wanting more from him.

Blame it on the fact that your husband is so sexy, or how good he makes you feel or even on your hormones but that didn’t stop you from going towards him biting your bottom lip, swinging your hips, yourself fully naked and your hand going to his chest to push him against the wall.

Severus just quirked an eyebrow as a response to these acts fully knowing what you would intend. Your mouth started to give him lazy kisses around his chest, worshipping his soft skin and the scars he had gotten over the years. Then it would go up to his neck until his earlobe, softly biting it and earning a soft moan from Severus.

“Up for a second round?” You whispered in his ear while your free hand went to his member, hardening more and more at your touch. Your soft fingers trailed his length, hard but its skin so soft it made your mouth water. 

“You know I am always up for it” he simply said in a low voice but revealing a hitched breath feeling already aroused.

“Oh my, look who is getting hard” you smirked and you took his cock on your hands, fully erected by now and you started to lazily stroke it.

Earning a few extra moans by your actions he looked at you with eyes full of desire. 

“It certainly surprised me what a great libido you have my love” you commented and he smirked at your words.

“How can I not, having you by my side. The way you are always so ready to take me, to suck me, right?” 

His words made you wet, so wet, your legs crossing trying to get some frictions. Merlin, he knew how much you loved his words and how wet he made you feel.

“Do you want me to suck you? Hm?” 

At your question Severus nodded eagerly trying to hold himself back. You loved when he went feral and he would slap you, manhandle you and fuck you senseless but you felt pride when he would just be submissive trying to earn your praises and taking the time to see how his face contorted in pleasure.

Seeing how he nodded at your question you smirked, trying to do something different this time.

“Then beg for it” you just simply stated and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Beg you?” he said and you were the one who nodded this time.

“Beg me, won’t you? I know you want me to suck your cock, so beg me Severus”

He took a few seconds before answering you, his manhood and himself desperate to feel more of your touch.

“Then I will have to beg for your touch, for your mouth around my cock, for your hand to please me. Please my love” he whispered in your ear and then kissed your neck a few times.

It wasn’t what you really expected but let’s be honest, at this point probably you were hornier than him so you just got on your knees in front of him, spat on your hand and started to continue stroking him, this time at a faster pace. 

A grunt escaped from his lips and he rolled his eyes and arched his back a sign for you to fuck your mouth.

His tip was so swollen and so inviting, touching it with your tongue and this made him see stars but he couldn’t come yet. He wanted to turn the tables this time, how he dared you, his pretty wife to make him beg?

That’s why he gave himself a few minutes of seeing how you licked his swollen tip, enjoyed the taste of his precum and you fucked his cock with your mouth, such a pretty sight, the sound of you gagging was heavenly and he needed to pull your hair to gain stability, control himself and try to not end on your mouth just yet.

He wanted to make it as long as possible. And that’s what he did.

Merlin, he doesn’t know how he got the strength this time to not end already. Probably it was the fact that he was counting the number of ingredients he had in his office, trying to just think about something else. Going through the shopping list or what potions he had to brew. Anything to just last as much as possible.

And for you that was weird. How was that he wasn’t already grunting and spilling his hot seeds on your tongue? What on earth was going on? You just had sex with him not long ago, but still, it was taking more time than expected.

You continued sucking him, licking him, your hand still pleasuring his member even increasing the pace of your movements but nothing happened.

Already a bit annoyed you looked at him getting out of your mouth his flesh with a loud pop.

“Love, I want to hear you moan and taste you in my mouth, please” you told him and he just smirked.

“Soon love, just a bit more” he simply said but you were already feeling tired.

“Baby, my hand is hurting already and I am getting impatient, please” you replied, almost whispering, feeling a mix of emotions.

It was at this moment that Severus took your arm and pulled you to stand up, not sucking his cock anymore but continuing to work with your hand. His lips had bitten softly your jaw when he spoke to you closer to your ear.

“Beg me to come. Hm?” 

Bastard. You knew it. But that annoyed you and made you so flustered.

“I knew you were up to something” you simply reply. “What if I just stop?”

He  scoffed at your words and you swore you saw a drop of sweat navigating down his chest.

“My baby won’t do it right? You are always wanting to pleasure me and I know you are so wet already, I bet you want to swallow all of my release. Stopping already would be a punishment for you”

He was right and you expressed that with a loud huff, defeat plastered on your face.

“Let me swallow everything, let me hear your pretty moans, you shouting my name, you pulling my hair, I beg you, Sev” It was what parted from your lips as a whisper that made him push you to get on your knees again. Those words, with the way you were so flustered and so eager to beg him for his release was what made Severus collapse. 

He pulled you in front of his cock and he stuffed it quickly in your mouth, a few deep thrusts to hear you gag and then, you could feel how his hot seeds painted each corner of your mouth, swallowing it all without breaking any eye contact with him.

He just simply stood looking at you. Always so amazed at this sight and thanking destiny for his luck of having someone like you in his life.

Staring at each other for a few minutes trying to recover your breath he smiled and helped to stand up again placing a soft kiss on your mouth.

“You drive me crazy. Let’s go and get that shower before I have the urge to push you against the wall”

You smiled and went to the bathroom to finally get that shower and get rid of the smell of sweat and sex. 

#not s f w 💀 #severus snape #severus snape x you #severus snape fandom #snape community #professor snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape x y/n #severus x reader #severus x y/n #severus x you #snape #severus snape smut #severus smut #severus #snape fic #snape imagines

[rzyraffek]

Hey umm are you still doing people requests? Umm can i request about Billy lenz,michael myers,the sinclair brothers,and Jason with a bassist s/o? i mean like s/o can play a bass or a guitar!! like that, im sorry if its too hard for you and sorry for my bad english

Im still doing requests!! And I will for long while! I never played any indtrument but I did my best. Also your English is great! (And sorry for long wait) Request open

Slashers with guitarist s/o

Billy Lenz

Lisening to gossip and drama all day might sound cool, but it isn't lol. Imagine sitting in attic and the only things you can hear is some girls talking shit 24/7

So yeah when he hears music he is more than intrested

This guy never was huge music fan but oh boi its good to hear something new

Gonna sneak into s/o room and play with guitar 100%

If s/o is a professional player and has some sort of medals/rewards im sure he gonna steal some frf

Micheal myers

Guy was in hospital for 30years i doubt he heard anyone play in real life. Maybe in radio or guard himming but omg its been long time since he saw somone do it irl

My guy is gonna stalk the hell out of them

When they are in relationship He gonna just grab guitar and bring it to them and stare. He wanna hear you play so much😭😭

Doesnt understand that most guitars aren't made out of super strong materials and he probably step on it few times or trow it at them for no reason. So they either have to buy new ones or scod him so much he never goes near that thing again

Vincent

He just gonna sit there awkwardly, enjoying the music😊😊

Loves it!

Wants s/o to teach him! He is a fast learner! Pls!!

Will beg them to play his favourite songs (dude looks like my chemical romance fan)

If s/o plays some slow calm songs he will acually fall asleep to it

Bo sinclair

Hes not big music fan tbh

Guy will say "oh? Cool cool" and move with his life

But he likes to have backround noise when he does stuff so he won't mind them just vibing with guitar while he does he work

After a while it kinda gets in his routine to lisen them play so he might acually come around once or twice asking them to continue

Lester Sinclair

Omg THE VIBE

Imagine IMAGINE JUST driving on empty road in Forest, great vibes, and nice guitar. Man it sounds amazing!

He gonna sing to it frfr. Does he know what theyare playing? No. Does it stop him from singing some random lyrics? No

Will tell them all complements in the word. That he never heard such amazing play or that he could fall in love with them again if he could ect ect idc

He gonna flex to bo and vince. Like: watch this yo shes soo good with that guitar

Jason Voorhees

I can imagine how they met really

S/o just trying to vibe on trip, having casual walk in Forest, they decide to have lil break and sit down and maybe play a little. And this precious bean hears it and is soso curious and he just ends up standing behind them lisening to them play for like good 10minutes untill they either see him and evaluate or just leave without even noticing

Pls this guy doenst even care about killing at this point, pls play more rn!!!! Please?

I can see this guy accidenlty kidnapping them and just giving them guitar and probably panicking as much as them tbh😭😭😭

But the best vibe is when s/o and Jason just sit next to campfire and vibe. He plays with their hair/makes flower crowns while they play guitar

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #black christmas #friday 13th #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader

[rinrinx2]

"Oh no! Not on the train"

Nanami × fem!reader

Summary: you were just on your way to college, you didn't know all those rumors about pervi business men on the train were true.

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The morning train was alwayest the busiest, besides the 5 o'clock train. Whenever work started or ended the trains would be packed.

But you had come accustomed to this lifestyle. Having to use the trains as a means to getting to college was affordable and reliable, the trains had set times and the only time you'd have missed the train if is you weren't cautious with your time, but an intelligent young lady like you was always punctual.

But not matter how punctual you were, you always seemed to never get a seat on the train and somehow always ended up in the left hand side corner by the window, back to back with salary men who were half asleep from there overworked shift from their previous day.

But nonetheless you remaind optimistic. You had a window to look out of and with all the people turning their backs towards you, you had some sort of privacy and you were grateful for that, you didn't need some old lady giving you side eye looks because of the short skirts you wore, but it's notnyour fault that the short skirts were so cute, they came in light pink colours with frills to light blue denim ones.

And just like any other day you now stood on your designated spot waiting for your arrival at the next station. Peering out the window not even noticing as someone was approaching your spot.

It's only when you felt the cool breath that was laced with a minty tone did you turn around yo see who stood behind you, and to your surprise instead of being met with back you were face to face with a tall blonde salary man who only peered down at youvwith no reaction.

Quickly you turned away, slightly embarrassment causing you cheeks to burn.

Trying your best to ignore the man behind you, you went back to looking out the window, focusing on the scenery unfolding.

Until you felt a hand slither down your lower back.

'Its probably my imagination' you thought ignoring the feel.

You kept yout gaze ahead, until you felt it again but this time the hand traveled to your front grabbing at the plush of your thighs.

And you knew that was not your imagination, and just as you were about to turn around and confront the man, his lips were already grazing at your ear.

"Just enjoy the train ride"

You bit your lip internally screaming, and unaware of what to do now. You didn't want some man you didn't know to touch you but at the same time his soft touches on your thigh felt electric. So you decided to swallow your fear.

And without a second to miss the man crouched over your body, and the hand that was on your thigh want up into your skirt and began crazing at your panties.

The sheer lace fabric was being rubbed against your clit, causing soft whimpers to slip out of your mouth.

"Shh princess"

And you tried your best to not have the pleasure consume you, but the feeling of him rubbing your clit up and down through your panties was leaving you lightheaded. The sensation of him taking the heel of his palm and having you your hips hump it was going to bring you to your end.

You tried your best to suppress the pleasure opting to focus on the window but all you could see was his face in the reflection. His golden locks and deep brown eyes as he had you humping his palm like a bitch on heat.

"Shit! you're starting to drip through your panties"

And his lewd words had you pushing back, feeling the tent of an erection.

And you began wondering how it would feel if he sank his cock into you, if you'd moan out loudly and everyone on the train would know that the little college girl was a slut for the hot salary man she didn't even know.

Your thoughts were quickly melted away as your slick pussy was met with the cool air in the train. You gasped at the sensation of the cool breeze slapping against your puffy clit and dripping hole.

"Feels good doesn't it princess"

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Please sir" you begged hoping that he'd do something to help the needy feeling of wanting to be filled.

"I'm gonna stuff that pretty hole of yours but don't make any noise princess wouldn't want to have anyone else enjoy the show"

And with that he sank his index and middle finger into your cunt.

His fingers were huge and they stretched your out so well the sensation bringing tears to form in your lashline, and the feeling of his cool metal rings at your clit were having your want to scream out for me.

You felt your legs buck in, but before you could fall he held onto your waist shoving his fingers deeper.

"I didn't even start with this pussy and you're already weak in the knees for me" he joked

He started pushing his fingers slowly in and out, slowly causing a pressure deep in your pussy.

You continued biting your lip trying to hold back moans.

"This pussy is sucking my fingers in so deep, can only imagine what it'll do to my cock" he said as he began fucking you with his fingers faster.

Your ears was filled with a loud squelching noise , as he now fucked your pussy merciless with his fingers , shoving them in sporadically.

The feeling of his fingers in your pussy hitting that spot deep in your clenching walls while the heel of his palms rubbed up against your swollen clit was making you go feral. All you cared about was cumming.

"You looks so pretty like this Prin-cess" he moaned out against your ear as he began humping your ass trying to find his on release.

"The way you're dripping all over my fingers is making me horny. Can you feel my cock on your ass"

And you could feel it, making your eyes roll back in more pleasure as you felt his hard erection rub and down your ass.

"All these people are so unaware of how you're getting off on my fingers, such a naughty girl" he said as he licked at your neck.

You were so close you could feel the delicious sensation getting stronger and stronger, you needed to cum all over his massive digits you had to.

"Yeah fuck me please" you begged out quietly

And at your request he shoved his massive fingers as deep as he could inside of you, causing the pressure to burst as squirts of clear liquid was being pushed out onto his fingers.

Your walls continuesly milking his fingers even when you were trying to catch your breath.

He gently slipped his fingers out and you looked down to see a puddle of your arousal on the floor, but before you could groan about it the train came to a stop. The doors opening and people immediately rushing out.

Before you could process anything that had just happened your felt a card being placed in your hand. Quickly turning around to come face to face with the man who had just caused the best orgasm of your life.

He gave you a wink before walking away, and you looked down at the business card. The card that had the number and the name of the man whose cock you knew you'd have to feel inside you soon.

"Nanami Kento"

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[ndlqzrz]

Heyyy I Miss seeing sharky things but can you write something about sharky getting jealous of like idk Trent Alexander Arnold (I have a major crush on this guy) flirting with reader not knowing she and sharky are in a secret relationship and he can’t go like “yo why you coming onto my girl” cuz that exposes their relationship, also if you don’t know Trent was in guess the soccer player vid. Also I love your writing ��️

HEYY!! Love this request & love Trent🤭 He’s so..😻🙈, AHAHA BUT FR, love this request and as I said before im not the greatest at this stuff so sorry if its bad or not what you were expecting<3

Concealed - Sharky

Summary : Trent Alexander-Arnold, a Premier League player, attempts to flirt with you. Despite your efforts to stop it, the person most infuriated by this is Sharky, your partner.

Warnings : SLIGHT smut, very short😭

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Taking a seat in front of the mirror, you got prepared for the video as the makeup artist worked their magic.

It was for the Beta Squad shoot, your hair had already been styled, but just as your makeup was nearly finished, Trent approached you.

Standing by your side, you exchanged greetings as he settled into the chair next to you.

Though you recognized him, as did everyone else, You didn't realize he was flirting until he asked for your number.

Your lips parted slightly, a moment of silence overcoming you. You knew you needed to say no, yet finding the right words to tell him that was what stopped it.

You couldn’t tell him you were in a relationship, especially not with Sharky. So what if you just didn’t say it was Sharky?

A faint chuckle escaped you as you met his gaze, ‘Im actually with someone right now.’ You replied softly.

For a brief moment his eyes widened, before he swiftly apologised to you. Both sharing a laugh, closing the situation.

You were just grateful that it was Trent, because who knows what would’ve happened if it was another guy.

Getting back to the makeup session, a sense of relief washed over you as that moment passed quickly,

however, someone who remained unsettled was Sharky, observing the scene from a distance.

He was furious, but how could he be? He held his head in his hands, thinking it was time to make your relationship public following that.

Glancing in your direction, he decided to wait until you were both home to discuss it, not wanting to cause a scene.

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As soon as you both stepped through the front door, Sharky ushered you into the bedroom, his tone serious as he uttered, '’There's something we need to talk about’’.

Sitting next to him on the bed, you offered a hug asking, 'What's wrong baby?'’ His eyes met yours, searching for the right words.

"I think I want us to make our relationship public," he whispered. Your eyes widened, a smile spreading across your face in response to his words.

Giggling, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek, pulling him closer. "What made you change your mind so suddenly?" you uttered, curious about his change in perspective.

He glanced away, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Well... Trent," he replied, causing you to playfully furrow your brow. "He'll be embarrassed once he finds out you're my boyfriend," you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Sharky smiled warmly at your attempt, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in, kissing you softly.

As you smiled within the kiss, your hand caressing his hair, Sharky, chuckling softly, broke the kiss to meet your gaze. "Once our relationship is public, no one can ever hit on you again," he whispered, gently nibbling on your ear, causing your breath to hitch. With a whimper, you managed to murmur, "Love you..." as his lips trailed down to your neck. "Love you too," he murmured back in a soft tone.

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Probably could’ve been way longer but I didn’t know what to do, maybe smut but you never know🤭

#sharky #beta squad #trent alexander arnold #aj shabeel #king kenny #kingkennytv #niko omilana #chunkz #ndlqz

[yigashimei]

Something I just happened to read at Wattpad and wanted to make something from my own perspective Maki Zenin x fem! reader

Also an early update for you all

Soulmates, that is something that balances this world, that is in your eyes

But something seems to have been wrong, you don't know what it is or what it was, but you do know something

Your ribbon is at the other end where it was standing

Soulmates can be found by using different kinds of methods that depends on the day you are born, it can either be a string attached to your finger

One similar to what you have now, or you cannot see anything till you locked eyes with your soulmate for the very first time

Even so you still want to find your soulmate whoever they may be

So what happens when you cross path but something else happened

Warnings⚠️: Angst

Scarred, that is what you felt at this very moment, powerless against a monster who is about 2 times your own height and covered the only way out of this damned dead end

What happened? You were stupid enough to go out in the middle of the night right after hearing some weird sounds at your neighborhood, thinking it was some prank your friends set up you go out and look for it only to find a pool of blood about four blocks away from your apartment

You should have just turned around, why did you have to go and pursue it like the lunatic that you are

So here you are now in front of this monster, scared for your life, your whole body trembling in fear as you close your eyes waiting for the monster that lifts its hand to crush you to your immediate death

But after a second of not feeling, hearing or sensing anything you opened your eyes focused on the floor that was at your broken foot

There you saw your soulmate ribbon, it was glowing and getting shorter, questions littered your mind that was until you heard a shout in front of you

"Last attack is all yours Maki!" the voice that called out was rough and deep, looking up there you saw a green haired woman jumping from the trashcan toward the monster that was in front of you a moment ago with a staff that has a blade at the other end of it

She amber gold eyes and purple glasses, but what caught your attention the most was string connected to her finger, it was glowing the same color as yours

You followed it only to end up back at your fingertips

"I got you now!" her voice echoed, you look up in time to see her chop off the monsters head and arms before landing perfectly about 8 feet away from where you were "Alright! Another mission success!" she shouted to a white haired boy that has his lower face covered and a panda..... A PANDA?!

Confused you rubbed your eyes telling yourself it must have been a silly dream that was about to end, that none of this happened just now, that you did not just saw and hear a talking panda!

"Good job Maki! You got it!" now you know you were dreaming for sure, there was no way in hell that there is a panda talking in front of you right now

"I know, I know" deciding to give up you look away from them and start to formulate a plan to try and leave their presence without them knowing.

"Now what should we do with the girl?" you froze 'FUCK! WHY NOW?! FUCKING HELL!!!' you shouted to yourself inside your mind

"You two handle that first, I got something to do" the green haired girl said while looking away from them, their body hiding your form for her to find out you were soulmates

"Are you sure Maki? And what are you even going to do?" the talking panda asked the girl you now came to know as Maki

"...My soulmate ribbon" she started but paused, confusing you and the other two people in front of you

"What about it Maki?" the panda asked again, you were now wishing you were dead or not here at the moment

"My soulmate is that girl, that same girl we rescued from that cursed" she said it, she confirmed it right here and now, in front of you and these two other living beings with you and the girl

"Ohh! You must be very happy now! You got the chance to meet your soulmate pretty early!" the panda and the boy started to jump around with smiles on their faces

"That's right she is my soulmate, more reason to refuse her as my soulmate" your body froze at her words 'What?' thoughts circled your mind

'What did she just say?' you kept asking the same question 'She doesn't want me to be her soulmate?' your words were like knives stabbed to your heart

"WHAT?!" the panda shouted at the girl "ARE YOU INSANE MAKI?! HERE SHE IS! YOUR SOULMATE AND YOUR TELLING ME NOW THAT YOU DONT WANT HER AS YOUR SOULMATE?!" the panda kept shouting

This made you uncomfortable due to the stress of not only almost dying and finding your soulmate, but her saying she doesn't accept you was the icing to the cake

Those words made it seem like the world you used to dream about with the person you were destined to be with was nothing more than a mere fantasy you have created in you mind

But why did it hurt so much hearing those words come from her mouth? Was it because she is or was your soulmate? Is it because your dream was ruined? Or is it because you just wanted your fantasy to come true?

With a sudden spur of energy coursing through your body you stood up, even with your injury in your foot

This managed to make them stop arguing with one another focusing their attention to you who was having a hard time with your injury to just stand

"Hey, you shouldn't be standing just yet" the panda said looking at you "If it's about what Maki said, then don't worry! I know that none of it is true and she also wishes to be happy with you!" the panda explained to you

"If you want, I can make her kneel and ask for forgiveness from you right now? But you have to take it easy" this time the boy said something "Shake! Shake!" yet you didn't have it in you to pay attention to them

Looking forward, there behind them was where your soulmate stands looking at you behind her glasses, her stare was hard at your quivering form

"My decision is final and I won't change it!" she said making you more furious, now with your body fueled by adrenaline and anger you took a step forward before you ran past her with your head down, towards your home

"H-hey! Wait! Wait a minute!" her voice shouted to you, this person was supposed to be your family, yet why did she say such things and suddenly cared? "Stop! You're injured so stop!" her voice echoed while you ran, but you did not flatter one bit and continued to your way home

"I said stop dammit!!!" looking back you saw her chasing you, fear struck you at the thought of getting caught, so you ran and ran and ran some more with only one thought running through your mind

'I mustn't let her capture me! I must get away from her!' you repeated this in your mind while you ran, your heart shattering to millions of peice, you then saw your apartment building a few more blocks away from where you were

"Stop already!" Maki shouted while chasing after you, she was close, very close to catching you

'I must get her!' she thought while chasing you with the other two behind her "Inumaki!" she shouted turning to see her companions getting ready to get the girl too

Looking forward once again she skidded to a stop surprising her two companions that was behind her

"Maki, what happened? Why did you stop???" the panda questioned his companion, but she was merely silent looking at the wall in front of her

With a deep breath she inhaled before speaking once more to her two partners

"We no rather I lost her, I can't track her now, she must have turned somewhere when I wasn't looking" she said before starting to walk back and find you

"Let's go" she said only to be met with her companions silence, looking back she saw that they didn't even follow her "What are you two doing? We have to go and find her" she was starting to get irritated

"Maki, why did you say that to her?" Maki was taken by surprise, the panda asked worried laced with its voice 'Panda must be talking about why I want to refuse her as my soulmate then' she thought

"I just don't have the energy to take care of someone like her, spoiled and inconsiderate" she voiced out her reason "That is why I want to refuse her as my soulmate" she then added before turning to leave

"If so, why chase after her again? I am pretty sure we can take care of her just fine, so why are you still here looking for her if you refuse her as your soulmate?" Panda asked once more, only to be met with Maki's silence

'Why did I chase her?' she asked herself before walking away to continue her search making her companions follow her silently

After looking for hours they were not able to spot you, trying to give the apartment buildings a quick look one stood out in Maki's eyes the most

"This way she's over here" she said making the other two confused "How are you so sure? There could be a chance that she isn't there" Panda voiced out, concern laced his voice for the girl they were searching

"My ribbon is glowing more to this specific direction and the closer we get the shorter it gets too" she replied making the panda nod and continued their walk

Arriving at the 4th floor of the building they stop in front of a door with a room number saying '403' and a little welcome sign below it

It was lucky that no one was downstairs to see the panda when they went up otherwise they would have been caught

Knocking on the door Maki suddenly stopped, it confused the other two of her actions "Why did you stop Maki?" Panda asked her

"...She's crying..." Maki was confused 'Why are you crying in there? Did someone made you cry?' she asked herself '...Did I make you cry?' putting the pieces together sh now knows what your reason is

Ignoring all the policy or respect she took hold of the handle and forced the door open to see you crying at your couch seated at the floor still wearing the same clothes when they saw you and a messy bandaged foot almost covered in red with all the blood

It hurts her heart to see you cry, slowly she saw you look at the door, your eyes were puffy and red, sniffles were heard and tear stains on your cheek

'Did I cause this?' she asked herself while looking at your form, from head to toe, her heart was breaking but why?

"W-what are you doing here?!" your voice was laced with fear and sadness 'Are you scared of me?' she asked herself 'Of course you are I am the reason you are crying right now, but looking at you now, why does it feel like my heart is breaking?' her questions flooded her mind

"We came looking for you, you were hurt so we came here" she said while looking at you "If you came here just because you wanted me to cut the soulmate ribbon then fine!" your shout surprised not only her but the other two as well, before they decided to leave this one to Maki and went away from the door

Standing up you grab a pair of scissors and try to cut the red thread, Maki was surprised "Hey stop!" her voice fell on deaf ears before a piercing pain hit her chest 'What is happening?' she asked herself once more

Looking up she saw you standing looking at her with the broken red thread that connects to her, tears fell from Maki's eyes just looking at it "There done, now leave!" your shout fell from deaf ears

'Did I hurt her this much? Is this what she felt?' Maki was confused and found the floor below your feet more interesting, that is before she saw blood fall

Looking at you once again, your eyes were dull, almost like you were dead, tears fell from your eyes and blood was oozing from your mouth to the floor

She spring forward and caught you in time before you fell forward and hurt yourself more "Hey! Wake up!" Her shout attracted her companions who decided to not step in, but hearing the fear in her voice they look at the room and saw Maki holding your limp body close

"Maki?! I will call Gojo to take us back! Inumaki go and try helping her!" Panda ordered the other boy before picking up his phone and dialing Gojo

"Hello?" a overly excited voice answered on the other end "Gojo! Come pick us up hurry!" the white haired man did not waste anymore time before teleporting to them

"What happened?" he asked them "I don't know but Maki suddenly shouted and this happened" Panda tried to explain with his own limited knowledge of what happened

"Alright let's get you all out of here" the man said before teleporting away with the other four people with him, but Maki only focused on you while holding the other end of her string with tears streaming down her eyes

'I have to fix this' she said to herself 'I will fix this! I shouldn't have said those things to her!' with a brand new determination Maki hold your form close before whispering in your ears

"I will fix this and I will apologize, so wake up soon, please" her voice quivered but still Heald a silent promise to you

This is part one, I will make part two soon don't worry

-Mei

#Mei Stories #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #Maki Zenin #Reader #Maki x Reader

[i-cant-sing]

I am very, very sad right now :( so I will use this time to make another OC that will comfort me <3

Meet Theodore. He's an undercover agent/assassin who is deaf. He's been working at his own cafe that he'd inherited from his grandpa, as a cover story. To maintain his low profile, he rarely works at the front of the shop, preferring to stay in the kitchen and let someone else handle the customers. Because there are still some assholes that like to make fun of his disability, and he only doesn't have the time to kill so many people from the same town and clean up as well.

You've recently moved into his city. Theodore always keeps tabs on everyone, so the moment you'd stepped into his cafe, his agency had already sent him a complete background on you. You were a normal person, nothing really stood out about you.

The barista had gotten sick that day and went home, so Theodore had to work in his place instead. You'd just ordered your coffee and busied yourself with your phone. He was trying very hard to read you, and while nothing really stood out about you, his guy told him you were not as normal as you seemed.

Something was up with you, and he was determined to find out.

While he was psychoanalysing you, some jerks had decided to interfere and mess with him instead. They were calling him derogatory names and making fun of him in general, not knowing that Theodore could very well read lips and he was very close to throwing the hot pot of coffee on them.

But before it could come to that, you told them to stfu and knock it off. Obviously, these guys didn't take it well and walked over to you and asked if you'd got a crush on the retar-

Before they could finish talking, you punched one guy in the face, and when his friend tried to grab you, you threw your hot coffee on his face, some of it spilling and burning your own hand too. The guy you'd punched earlier took your momentary distraction and threw a chair at you, but it never hit you. Because Theodore had grabbed it with one hand.

And then... he launched the chair back at the man.

The furniture sent him flying down with a deep gash to his forehead. Theodore stalked towards the other guy and punched him in the face, breaking his nose. The guy was howling in pain, but Theodore didn't give him time to recover as he yanked the man up by his collar and gave him the deadliest glare ever before nodding his head towards the exit.

That was enough for the man to understand what Theodore meant and he didn't waste another second before dragging his unconscious friend out of the cafe.

Theodore turned his attention back to you, finding you holding your bruised knuckles. He went to the back and brought you some ice in a towel, gently taking your injured hand in his and icing down the swelling. You both didn't say anything for a while, at least not until you'd pulled your hand away and said thanks.

He just gave a nod.

"So... you read lips?" You asked. Theodore nodded. "Hm, figured as much. Well, thank you for the ice. Here- let me help you with this." You said as you helped clean up the coffee you'd spilled. "Yes, sorry about this. I- I'll take my leave-" but he stopped you when you tried to pay for the coffee. He pulled out his phone and typed into it.

No need. On the house, for standing up for me.

You smiled. "No biggie. I'm Y/n." He typed into his phone.

Theodore. Its nice meeting you.

"Theodore. I like it." You nodded. He began typing again.

Haven't seen you around here before. Passing by or staying?

"Staying. For a while. I haven't decided how long, I'll have to see if I like it here."

He nodded. Well, if its any consolation, those 2 jerks aren't representative of most people here. Besides, I think the town could use some people like you.

You giggled. "Well, if you continue making good coffee, I just might stay here permanently."

-

From there on, Theodore began keeping tabs on you, initially under the guise of being wary of you, but then when he found out that you were his new neighbour, your apartment right next to his, the universe practically was begging him to stalk you.

I mean, he wouldn't have really bothered with it after he confirmed you had a clean background, but it just- he couldn't get the way you stood up for him (a complete stranger) against two men who were twice your size, out of his mind.

And maybe he could've overlooked it if it was only a one time thing. But it wasn't quite one time thing.

Theodore has observed that you have a... bleeding heart of sorts. You stand up for anyone and everyone that comes in your sight. Someone's bullying a kid? You get those bullies to apologise. Someone's giving the homeless guy a hard time? You butt in, with a feral fighting stance against some asshat who could break you like a twig.

But your "good samaritan" behavior tends to backfire a lot, leading you to sometimes having small bruises to a fractured bone or two. Which then leads to Theodore worrying himself sick over you, and he tries to jump in as often as he could without raising the suspicion that he's stalking you. You'd lead him back to your apartment (too trusting) and offer him dinner or something while he insisted on bandaging you up. One of these days.... one of these days someone is gonna pull a knife or a gun on you and he won't be able to save you. The mere thought worries him, and he tries to convince you to not help everyone you see, especially at night. You just laugh it off, telling him that "I'm not a klutz, Theodore. How stupid do you think I am?" before grabbing the hot handle of the pan and burning your hand.

Theodore stays up night wondering if you're in bed or ran out to the street in your bunny slippers because you heard someone cry. He wonders if you'd even locked your door.

He could... he could always check, right? He's just a concerned neighbour-

Theodore was now standing outside your room. As it turned out, you did lock your apartment door, but then Theodore got worried if you'd left the gas stove on, or if you were even breathing. So he broke in, as quietly as he could, just to check up on you. And then he couldn't stop staring at you.

He left eventually, realising how creepy it would look if you saw him, but not before putting some a few cameras around the house (how you didn't hear him is beyond him).

Now, he can keep an eye on you even when you're not at his cafe💖

However, something about you still bugged him. Like you were off somehow, perhaps hiding something.

So he decides to date you. But not because he loves you or anything. No, no. This was only to get close to you, only to spy on you... right?

Now he's dating you. You were reluctant at first, but once he was able to charm you (mostly by making you pity him when he told you he's ne er felt like this before for anyone because he never thought anyone would date him because of his disability. Which is complete crap because he had a lot of people falling for him, but Theodore pushed them all away because he hated them).

Dating you allows him to be near you. He can swing by your apartment a lot more often, and that gives him a chance to snoop through your stuff.

While Theodore is looking around, you're doing all the lovey dovey stuff and since he's never been in a relationship, he's falling hard for all of it.

Cuddles? He loves them, never knew how much it made his heart swell when he wrapped his big arms around your small frame.

Kisses? He's kissed a few people on the lips for missions, but omg how cute are your kisses on his nose and cheeks. He's melting inside.

His favourite thing to do with you is reading. You're just snuggled up to him as he holds a book, and you're both reading it. Usually, he reads up on world history and psychology, but with you, he's reading all types of genres. And you look so cute when you'd dose off.

But perhaps the nail in the coffin was when you learned sign language. For him. You did that for him. How- what- WHO DOES THAT???

And now, he's completely and utterly in love with you.

And once he's able to admit that to himself, things are likely to go downhill for you.

His protectiveness increases by 10 folds. Which means more trackers and bugs on you, more of him accompanying you wherever, more lectures about how it's not always a good idea to leave the house to help complete strangers. He has literally climbed on top of you to prevent you from leaving your bed in the middle of the night (only moving away when you insisted that someone might need help, and even then he'd push you back into bed and go check out the noise himself)

Theodore never liked possessive s/o. He always thought that was a very toxic trait and a huge red flag to have.

It's funny how blind he is to his own possessiveness. He hates it when other people interact with you, when others have your attention. You waved it off as "cute" when Theodore would hold onto your hand or tried to block your door when you wanted to meet some friends. You just kissed his nose and ruffled his hair (and he just melted into your touch), telling him you'd be back soon. It's just that Theodore has never had someone so nice to him, so selfless and caring. He just has you now, and he doesn't ever want to let go of you.

I don't know why, but I think of Theodore as this big cuddly bear that sometimes huffs when he doesn't have your attention. Like he just stares longingly at you through the cameras wondering if you're just pretending to have a good time to mask how sad you actually because you miss him terribly.

He absolutely loves it when you drop by for surprise visits. Like Theodore would be busy on his laptop, typing absentmindedly because his mind is actually preoccupied by you, and then boop! You surprise him with a kiss on his pouty lips. His dumbfounded reaction is always so worth it.

What's not worth it is him tackling you into a hug as if he hadn't seen in centuries, which is followed by Theodore pulling you into his lap and making you wrap your arms around him as he hooks your head under his chin because as terribly as he had missed you, he still has work to do. And even though he doesnt allow you to move until hes finished with work, he's warm and fuzzy and he gives you headpats (and some pats on the bum).

Sometimes when he's sleeping next to you (with a leg and an arm draped over you to make sure you don't escape into the night), he wonders how important you've become to him. How much control you have over his heart. He would catch sharp knives with his bare hands for you (you should ask him to do that. He's very good at it). And it scares him a little how he's sure he would lose his mind if something were to happen to you.

He pulls your asleep body closer to him, silently pressing a kiss to your ear.

I love you so much.

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may i request the main cast minus sunny (kel, aubrey, hero, basil) x reader who’s just moved in to sunny's old house and is being haunted by mari's ghost? sorry if that sounds weird.

Reader who has just moved in to SUNNY’s house

featuring: KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO

tw: mentions of hanging, mentions if suicide

KEL

at first he was shocked to see someone was moving in to his old friend’s house.

he immediately ran to someone he saw first, and that person is you.

“hey! you just moved here? my name’s KEL, its nice meeting you!”

the two of you instantly became friends due to his outgoing nature, you would often invite him to your house and he would accidentally spill out something about the siblings.

“this is where MARI used to- nevermind…”

KEL notices that everytime he suggested to have a sleepover on your house, you would always avoid it and tell him that his house is much better.

he eventually agreed and lets you sleep over his house.

though on the middle of the night, he found you nowhere to be seen.

he searched everywhere around his house, until he heard sobbings on the bathroom. KEL rushed in to see you crying on the floor.

he instantly wrapped you in a hug and asked you whats wrong, you told him everything. How you’re always seeing a girl with black hair everytime yo open your eyes on top of you.

KEL was suprised, he asks you on the ghosts features, you told him that she has a black hair, pale skin, wore a white dress, and has a mark on her neck.

he grew paler everytime you told him the features and told you to sleep over his place whenever you felt uneasy.

AUBREY

probably looks at you from her window 24/7

though occasionally she would see you throwing stuff at …something..?

AUBREY starts to approach you after a few days moving in to the neighborhood.

then she would ask you if she could come over, she finds it suspicious that you look hesitant to let her in. But you let her in one way or the other.

she starts to look around and told you that this house was once her friend’s.

“do you know, (name)? this house was once my friend’s… until she committed sui- nevermind.”

that thing scared you to death, you start to hyperventilate. All those nights you saw a ghost are real, and its someone who has killed themself.

AUBREY immediately starts to tell you to calm down, which you eventually calmed down.

“h-hey! we could.. come over to my house if you want. Though its not the best place to sleep.”

its better than seeing that ghost around trying to poke at your things.

BASIL

at first he was terrified when he saw your cars parked outside his friend’s used-to-be house.

he couldn’t imagine how much was going on inside that house, especially since the treehouse was still there and that.. tree.

even though the tree has been cut down, it still pretty much gave him the trauma.

BASIL decided to take an approach on you after your first day of living there.

but what he find was completely different from what he expected. He saw you looking so much different from when the first time he saw you moving.

yesterday you looked so happy, so full of excitement… but now you looked so dull, so scared.

BASIL instantly knew what was going on, it must’ve been… something. It was going after you.

“no.. not again. (n-name)! its okay, everything is okay…”

he saw how terrified you looked after going inside the bathroom, it must’ve suffocated you.

he’s happy that SUNNY is finally moving on, but now.. BASIL has to take care of you.

he couldn’t let something take you aswell, he’s not the only one who could saw it. He has you now after he left.

“(name).. i know this feels scary, but trust me. I know how to solve all of this… once and for all.”

HERO

he didn’t know how to feel when he first saw you unpacking your furniture inside his late crush’s house.

after sometime, he took all of his courage and starts to walk towards your house.

after telling each others names, you thought that it would be a nice thing if you invited him over for dinner.

“oh? ofcourse, (name)! i- uhh see you at seven!”

to tell you he was NERVOUS. Its been awhile since he’s been there, he doesn’t know if he’s mentally prepared for this. But he went for it anyway.

HERO was nervous at the dinner table, usually he’s not the type to sweat but this is his late crush’s house for stars sake.

you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, HERO found it quite suspicious since he’s saw you went there a hour ago. And you didn’t even eat or drink anything.

he eventually excused himself too and went to look out for you, he knocked on the door and went in.

“you.. you saw it too didn’t you?”

HERO couldn’t understand what you’re talking about until when he saw her corpse hanging on that forsaken tree.

“but- but i thought her dad has cut down the tree..”

you were suprised that he knew about this, and asked him more on what he know.

“you need to tell me on what happened here.”

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[miioouu]

1-Car Sex: Kuroo Tetsuro

What’s more fun than going camping with a bunch of your friends? It’s the whole journey that makes it so special, from bantering over the location to deciding who’s going to set up the tents, these are moments filled with loud yells and even louder laughs. You really did enjoy a little get away with your group.

There is only one thing you did not enjoy; the ride over to the destination, and all because of Lev, instead of feeling the discomfort for just an hour or so, the tall Russian has chosen one of the furthest spots, making it a minimum of four hours if luckily there was no traffic. The car was small, stuffed to the brim with people and supplies, this resulting in your situation right now; you were sitting on someone’s lap. It wasn’t just anyone, the one person you never truly felt close to, the one you avoided being left alone with, the man with untamable black hair and piercing golden eyes, you were sitting on Kuroo’s lap. Now lucky for you, he didn’t complain much, knowing this situation is just as uncomfortable to you as it is to him, he kept his mouth shut.

The first couple of hours passed by quickly. The conversation kept you distracted, the music kept you hyped, and the sights outside the windows were breathtaking. But now that everybody quieted down, you can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, antsy in your “seat”. You tried to keep your movements to a minimum, knowing it might bother the man below you, but you really couldn’t; your back began to ache, your feet felt numb, and you wanted to crack every bone in your body. So, you shifted slightly, but it still didn’t satisfy you. You wriggled and adjusted even more, looking for the perfect position, until you felt hands on your hips, stilling you. “Y/n, stop moving! I know you’re uncomfortable but stay still.” You mumbled up an apology, trying to stay as motionless as possible, which worked for a few minutes, but even then, after a while, the pain started again, and you had to move. It’s like your body had a mind of its own, no matter how much you wanted to just stay like you were, you body jolted in uneasiness. Your legs spread a bit, your body sinking into the man's chest, and your neck hung back, the loud sound of your spine cracking echoed in the car. But you couldn't care now about the pain or how you're still feeling caged, not with Kuroo's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head leaning on your back as his voice, rough and whispered, sent shivers down your spine "I told you to stop mov- Fuck" His sentence was cut short, now that you're further away from the city, the roads became rocky, unstable, you could feel every bump underneath you.

And you could also feel Kuroo underneath you. His boner poking out, you felt him against your ass. You tried to deny how good it felt, tried to act like you weren't affected, although you couldn't contain the sigh that escaped your lips when you felt his hands leave your waist, slid down and rested on your thighs. His fingers gripping you, he used his strength to shift you, now his clothed crotch was rubbing perfectly between your folds; you don't know if you should feel lucky or not that you decided to wear thin shorts today. The more you drove, the shakier the road will get, you were practically bouncing in his lap, on his dick. Honestly, Kuroo was struggling too much. He glanced to his side seeing most of his friends passed out, and the others too busy on their phones to pay attention to him. He straightened up, his lips mere inches away from your ear "Wanna feel more?" Your eyes widened as you quickly twisted your head to look at him. You barely had time to open your mouth though, he slightly lifted his hips up, pushing both his sweats and boxer down, just enough to free his aching, oozing dick. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw the tip poking between the soft flesh of your thighs, your thoughts were running a million miles a second; just a few hours ago you were barely acquainted with this man, and now you were drooling over him. He cut off your daydreams when you felt his kisses pressing against the nape of your neck, soft and sweet, a really unexpected gesture in this moment, but it only made you melt more into him.

Now it was your turn to lift your hips up, pushing both your shorts and panties to the side, and sinking back down onto his dick. You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet as you felt him slowly slide into you; you could feel all of him, so much of him. The tip kissed your cervix, made your back arch and nails dig into his arm. The veins that ran down his length, dragging against your gummy walls with each bump the car was hitting. It all felt too good. Both of you were trying your best to keep your voice down, to keep calm, not wanting to attract your friends' attention. This whole situation made it feel all so much better, so much more pleasurable. You clenched around him, surprised at how quickly you felt the knot form in your lower stomach, your head fell back, laying on his shoulder as your eyes, barely open and glazed with lust, met his. The eye contact made him hold you closer, made him bite down on the exposed skin of your neck. A few more bites and a few more bumps, a few more thrusts and kissing of your cervix, that all it took for that tight knot to finally give in, to finally break. And it's like Kuroo knew you couldn't keep your voice at bay, one of his hands flew to clasp against your mouth, while the other held your hips tight, preventing you from jolting up and attracting unwanted attention. Your orgasm triggered his own, his grip around you hardened, his knuckles turned white as his canines really sunk in, piercing through the thin surface of your skin, drawing blood, and he finally painted your insides white.

You took a few minutes to regain your breath, your senses, your rationality, and the moment you do, the moment reality drowns up on you, you stiffened up with fear. He could feel your worries, he could see the way your widened eyes clouded with confusion, a sight that made him chuckle before slowly lifting you up, slightly so he could pull out of you. Your mixed juices overflowing, making you even more embarrassed as you feel them dripping down your thighs and landing on his. His arms found a way around your waist again, this time adjusting in his seat and making sure you're more comfortable, he leaned in again, his lips so close to your ear again "I hope we'll share the same tent Y/n."

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #smut #female reader #kinktober #haikyuu smut #hq smut

[ghastlyfilters]

could i have some stu x fem!reader going camping hcs? like it’s him, reader, the rest of the group just going camping and having a good time :))

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!! :>

pairing: implied stu macher x fem!reader

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS OHFOHDEGKIGTPJUPKHOJDTGQRHOYYU

i cannot express how much i fucking think about this group. there will be plenty of the ‘gang’ content coming soon!! picturing them doing the stupidest shit together is just, AH.

anyways anon, thank you for your request that made me so ridiculously happy lol (ENJOY!!)

UPDATE: YO. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND ITS SLIGHTLY UNFINISHED BUT I’LL JUST GIVE IT TO Y’ALL ANYWAY

warnings: harsh language, randy thinking he’s literally gordon ramsey

• Boy oh boy, summertime had finally came around once again. Giving you all a pretty good idea of what was coming soon..

CAMPING!

• Okay, okay.. this hadn’t originally been apart any of your guys’ plans, but all of your parents were stubborn and wanted you to spend more time together.

• And apparently camping was just the right way to do so? Whatever. It’s not like any of you were ever going to win if you tried to protest on going each year. You lot VS a ton of parents? Fuck. It would never work.

• The agreed arrangement had been Stu, Billy, Randy, Sidney, Tatum and yourself to all go camping for atleast one week during summer break.

• Of course Billy was always the one trying to creep his way out of this shitty plan. It had been going on for so many years that the rest of y’all stopped trying at this point. But Billy? Oh, he was pretty damn adamant on faking whatever dumbass illness he could think of.

• You all made bets on who he would call that year, trying to convince that person on how very ‘poorly’ he was doing.

“I can’t go. I have a cold.”

“It’s July..”

“I HAVE A COLD.”

• His dad ended up dragging him out of the house and right into the van Stu’s parents bought him specifically for this occasion.

• After checking you guys had everything packed and ready to go, you were off into the hills!

• It was an interesting road trip to say the least, hours of Randy complaining he had to take a piss, plus Billy whining about how he didn’t wanna be here.. yeah.. an ideal three hours, huh? Jesus.

• The minute you guys arrive, Randy instantly runs over to a tree a little further away from you guys and pulls down his pants, urinating onto the land.

• Tatum always tends to start an argument and tells him how fucking disgusting he is, but he insists that she shuts her mouth and waits until it’s HER turn to be forced to have her bodily functions take over.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all fun and games until you have to take a dump in the bushes!!”

“AS IF!” Tatum squealed.

“Cut the bullshit, Alicia. You know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.” Billy chimed in.

• You insist on everyone taking a little walk through the woods, just to get familiar with the area once again.

• The rest of the gang agree and head on out with you, embracing the peaceful surrounding.

• You, Billy and Stu slowly walk side by side as the other three are already way ahead of you, arguing over the dumbest shit once again.

• Randy and Tatum always argued non fucking stop everytime you all went camping. Sidney would just awkwardly tag along, trying to change the subject to literally anything else..

• The three ask for permission to go back to camp, seeing as Tatum had made the poor choice of wearing her cute little white boots, though unfortunately they had heels.

• This just meant more peace and quiet for yourself, Billy and Stu. You’d see your other friends later, of course. But a tad bit of extra time with your boyfriend and another one of your closest friends wasn’t going to hurt.

• You guys returned for sun down, as spending all night in the goddamn woods of all places would be rather idiotic of you.

• Each and every one of your stomach’s began to growl, so Stu finally decided to whip out the grill!

• He had packed some hotdogs and burgers, ready to be cooked as soon as possible. Randy also brought along some snacks of course because you know, it’s Randy lmao.

• Another argument breaks out, but this time it’s between both Randy and Stu. Supposedly, Stu was in charge of bringing topping and sauces for the hotdogs. (Of course he had to forget it..)

“Aw, fuck this!” Randy said with a mouthful of food, throwing the remaining piece of his hotdog at a nearby tree.

“NOOOO!” Stu yelped. “What the fuck, man! You ruined a perfectly good hotdog!!”

Randy scoffed. “STU.. MY MOUTH FEELS DRIER THAN A DEAD WOMAN’S VAGINA.. THIS IS SO PLAIN. YOU DIDN’T EVEN BRING PICKLES DUDE..”

…

“Sorry but who the fuck puts pickles on a hotdog?”

“WHERE’S THE FLAVOUR IN THIS PIECE OF SHIT? IT’S BLAND. PAINFULLY BLAND.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, seemed like Randy was having his Gordon Ramsey moment.

• After drunk Randy’s constant complaining and Stu almost losing it over the fact you guys decided you’d make s’mores tomorrow instead of the present night, it didn’t take long until everyone decided to crash for the night. You all had proper tents built up, despite what y’all went through to get them that way..

“No, no, you’re gonna do it wrong. You see, you gotta make sure you’ve put the peg in the right place first.” Billy reminded Stu, trying his hardest to set up their tent. He knew his sleep was going to benefit from this of course, so that was the only reason why he began caring at this point.

“I got it!” Stu smiled, attempting to smack the peg with his mini hammer.

“THAT WAS MY FINGER YOU FU-”

Billy was sure he’d be sweating bullets for days after fully setting up the camp for everyone. He truly didn’t think it would be so hard, but much to his dismay, he was proven wrong.

• Randy and Tatum flat out refused to share a tent together, so they gave Billy the hassle of making two separate tents instead. Whereas Billy and Stu had agreed on sleeping in a tent together, whilst you and Sidney were more than happy to do the exact same thing.

• The tents were rather thin, causing everyone else to hear what was going on inside each tent. Including Randy letting out the odd bit of gas here and there or him sleep talking about ‘Prom Night’ with Jamie Lee Curtis.

• As the sunlight crept its way into everyone’s tents, you all began to stir and awaken. Morning was here. And you were all going to have to get up and start the day.

• Today was rock climbing! Something that had split opinions from the majority of you. Those like yourself, Stu and Tatum found it fun, but others such as Billy, Sidney and Randy weren’t too keen on it.

“You’re all such pussies, man. It’s safe. I don’t know why the three of you complain about it every damn year.” Stu remarked, his attention on your other three friends who really couldn’t be bothered to participate in such an activity right now.

“Please. You only like it because you’re tall and fast enough to catch yourself before you fall.” Billy snorted.

#scream #scream headcanons #headcanons #stu macher x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #randy meeks #tatum riley #x reader #reader #ghostface #matthew lillard #skeet ulrich #neve campbell #jamie kennedy #rose mcgowan #scream fandom #ghastlyfilters #camping